fatigue hangs heavy on the body,
weights dangling from the eyelids.
no sleep without help,
tossing and turning seems to be the latest trend.
caffeine, the enemy in this great war,
the mind stirs when it should slow.
the devils crop brings peace,
but reliance on evil brings no good.
stuck in this hole i question how to get out,
do i dig deeper or start the climb upwards?
do you see me? do you see the real me?
do you see me? do you see through me?
how could one love this,
it seems too good to be true.
i look for your hand, may i take it in mine?
can you help me out or am i trapped?