There is too much dark shining through the crack in my curtain
The glass forming over my eyes likes to keep them open
My mind can't sleep, and my hands can't sleep
Making stories, and pushing buttons
Time tries tiptoeing out of sight
I can see it slipping away
Good riddance
Sleep will come to those who let it
Sweet quiescence, my fantasia
Somber dreams are just beyond me
Heavily written on my palpebra
~itisivonforever~
Author notes
Go ahead and google palpebra.. you know you want to... 
