Rolling over for the umpteenth time trying to find the best position.
I doth murdered sleep (by endless late nights coding and not by killing banquo) so sleep eludes me night after night.
Getting hooked up on a prescription pill, wouldn’t do me any good, as I am currently trying to shake off the side effects of one of those sleeping/anxiety pills.
The night is silent, and the only sounds I can hear besides my heart beat, are the screaming thoughts produced by my weary brain..
“I need rest” it said to me, I had no answer to that request because I was guilty , my hands still blood stained from whence I killed sleep..
Well it’s gonna be a long night..I might as well just write..