stolen life

it's 4 am on an idle tuesday morning
some one getting up for work
you've been awake for 3 weeks
no rest for your weary eyes
no laying your head down to sleep
everything has turned blurry, a xerox of your old world
you don't even want to sleep anymore
there is nothing that you want or don't want
love or hate, desire or detest
approve of or disagree with
the nothingness fills you up till all you can do is
just lay in bed, pass another grey morning
the reds orange yellows of the rising sun
fill your eyes but leave your heart undisturbed
how odd it is that while your heart sleeps, unfeeling
your brain keeps going, your eyes can't stay shut
there is no thought or feeling, just meat on your bones
an existence without hope just as without sleep
it used to be you'd sleep in light and live in dark
but if you spend too much time in the dark, you start to forget what you look like
and forgetting yourself keeps you up day and night
steals the last letters, takes away what makes you you
steals your sleep and steals your life