Its after midnight,yet sleep is still far,my thoughts keep racing,
I try to close my eyes,but the eeriness of darkness scares me,
What is that noise?My ears are playing tricks on me,
I try to listen to some soul,but music only keeps me awake further,
I imagine myself a superhero,I am crusing the streets,
Beating drunks,prostitutes and other bums,I am a hero,
The people love me,yet somehow I still cant shut my eyes
Now I am an angel of death,stalking some unfortunate soul,
Waiting until they less suspect it,then I take them away,
I cant stop my mind from thinking,I stand up,do a few push ups,
I break some sweat,then drink some water,to calm my nerves,
The tv is boring,I go outside maybe I will catch a few witches,
The night is deadly silent,its almost like death,I can hear my thoughts,
I hating listening to my thoughts,I go back inside my room,
Its the witching hour,still my brain does’nt want to shutdown,
I wonder what other people are dreaming about,those bastards,
I envy them,suddenly I get a brilliant idea,I turn up my radio,
If I can’t sleep then no one else could sleep,I mused out loudly,
I walk back outside,hoping to hear someone wake up,
I hear someone curse,one coughs,the other switches on their lights,
Now I am happy,i am not alone,welcome to the brotherhood....