Eyes Wide Shut
With Eyes always Scarlet, and a head that keeps throbbing,
Waking up before dawn, his sleep is too disturbing,
Feeling blue and grey all day, not very differnt at night,
His mind is always racing, confused between wrong and right.
Sometimes very excited, but then again like a sloth,
Always Messing up everything, inviting everyones wrath.
Focussing on nothing, cant remember his last meal,
Thinking of that one snooze, a nap he cant even steal.
With migraines as his best friends and caffine in his veins,
He's unsure of where he's going, steering through hazy ...