My thoughts can't be heard
If I write them on paper
But my mixed up get words
And my brain's on the taper
When all that I need
To clear up my mind
And to keep away sleep is
A little white line
Eyeballs are bloodshot
Skeleton is sore
How will my brain rot
If I stay up some more
I see someone's voice call
My body to rest
Piercing blue eyes lead me
Back to the bed
The last thing I need
Is to speed up my mind
I'm praying for sleep, not
Another white line