I’m an insomniac
Tormented by this reality,
where innocent smiles are nothing but façades of murderous grins.
Old enough to not be scared
Yet still I am afraid of bed time stories,
For they turn out to be nightmares.
And the lullaby’s you hear sounds like an episode of beetle juice lost in auto tunes,
A remake of Beethoven’s Scary masquerade.
Tired of these Insomnia’s
I really need to get some rest.
But,how can I sleep knowing that I will be waking up to the horrific news
Of lifeless bodies laying in the streets,
Be it close or in some remote location
I have yet to discover.
I never believed in fairy tales
Given the trajectory of the times I wish I had,
This may seem girly but I wish
I was Alice in wonderland or perhaps Dorothy in the wizard of Oz.
A click of my heels would take me to an utopian home
As chaotic as things are I have to deal with this mentally derange zone,
A zone where everyone is suffering from some kind of sleepless hypnosis.
As madness and lawlessness roam free
Sporting faces of glee.
© Xavier J. Frazer 2016