Insomnia's Path

There’s a place I often go,

Where nightmares begin to seethe

Crawl around my bedside

Dry the air I breathe

 

Single moments last too long

Like pulling on strings of time

Tie them into knots

Fool me till I’m blind

 

Every step brings much closer,

The things from which I run

Fleeing far from fright

Away from what’s been done