Untitled #10 - insomniac

Sleep is a cruel bedfellow,
Especially when it's just one in bed,
It seems she likes a threesome,
Much more than a couple's nest.

4 o' clock in the morning
With no Sandman at hand,
It seems like the hours mean nothing,
Except to just count down till we land;

It's just a few hundred miles,
But feels like it's a continent away,
I wish I had never got used to your lullaby,
The gentle purring of your chest,

I wish we never knew what sharing could bring,
And what a new family could mean,
I wish I never knew that my insomnia could peak -
Sleep was never my bedfellow.

Sleep was never my bedfellow!
Even with you by my side,
Sleep was our child lying between us,
She is only one who envisioned,
Who saw you next to I.

Untitled #9

The conflict never ends
There is never any chance to mend
Every turn is just as dark
Another shade of grey,
They all look the same.

Cannot fit in a box
Cannot fit in a space this small
Cannot fit in your glass walls
Your hypocrisy thickly veiled behind pretty words
You never see my blade.

"Coming home" is never what it means
Death and decay is all that I've seen
In there where "home" is nothing
But 5 strangers in a room
My knife looks big to you
But it can never cut me as deep as you.