The Diary of an Insomniac

It was time for the routine night dance;
a time when neon blue lights shone on painted nightmares,
that lay waiting outside the brink of his consciousness.
As demons twirled his head, to the tune of serenading gasps,
sleep spluttered defiantly from the crevasses of his six yr old sanity.
When the waltzing reached a crescendo,
the pictures and abstract forms,
moved daintily across the limited space in his over crowded brain.
They knocked gently at first,
then hammered on the doors of his terrified soul.
Violet streaks shone past his brain as he clammed his eyes shut.
By the time his mother entered the room to kiss him good night, and turn off the soothing lights,
in his carefully decorated, kiddy bedroom, he was already in the midst of his nocturnal companions
His senses drowned in the vacuous depths, of a night condemned to doom