insomnia

The quiet of night is when they rear their ugly heads,
Their whispers seem to be louder more boisterous,

Their eyes burn into me,

They become actors and re-enact all my nightmares, vivid HD 

I am glued to the front roll, I can't stop watching

They won't let me stop watching

I wake up 

Look around still in my room, still in my bed, 

Like a concerned parent they stay up with me comfort me 

Get me comfortable again,

Then the movie starts up again this time they make it darker,

more sinister, 

This time I say a prayer, the only difference is I don't remember the dream 

I simply remember the emotion, left on me like the stench of an old lover,

Clinging onto me.

Once confined to nightmares,

Then night time

Then they could no longer be confined.

-Mal
'5k to Couch'