Insomnia Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

I am worn out
My eyes burn from being open too much
I lay awake at night
Wishing to catch a dream
Or some kind of nostalgic feeling atleast
But insomnia is a tricky thing
It is like the bite of a pitbull
It's jaws lock onto you
And they will not let go
Unless you get them surgically removed
But you can't surgically remove insomnia
And it is most difficult to rid from your mind
That is where it likes to dwell
It is that jobless man who likes to sit on the couch
All day and drink beer
And your mind is the living room
The longer it dwells the dirtier it gets
Dust begins to cover the furniture of your living room
It gets so thick that it is near impossible to clean up
Time to call the maid because I am getting sick of you