Its nights like these that make me sad.
Its futile to sleep but still I try,
My lingering thoughts never seem to die.
I stumble through the cold, hollow halls,
I'm a different person once darkness falls.
Dark gray shadows cast over the floor,
Terrible thoughts make my mind sore.
Beautiful dreams are stolen from me,
Dreams that bring sweet mind atrophy.
My restless nights are filled with such fear,
My thoughts swerve and turn as I try to steer.
I try to keep busy so my mind cannot wander,
But despite my attempts I remain cold and somber.
The fortress of sleep simply cannot be taken.
By one man alone, troubled and forsaken.