Too tired to sleep Too tired to remain awake Too tired to think Too tired to stop To and Insomniac Sleep is like Heaven A fix to an addict Water to the thirsty Food to the starving Sanity to the mad To an Insomniac Sleep is a wave A cloud in the sky A rainbow after a storm Death the the terminally ill Sleep is my drug and my matress is my pusher.

-- MuffinButt ~*~Dawnie~*~ (darkdeathanie@hotmail.com), August 28, 2002