Night after night of no sleep.
No use in counting sheep.
Losing track like my minds hit the throttle.
Only way I'm finding sleep is at the bottom of the bottle.
The liquor drowning my demons away .
Making it easier to face the next day .
Slowly killing my liver when it feels like there's little to live for .
It's worth a good night's sleep when the voices in my head don't make a peep.
Constantly waking up feeling half past dead poison concoction keeping the voices silent in my head.
Gripping the bottle tight so I can sleep the whole night .
It's not a cure but definitely a remedy one that help me keep what's left of my sanity and keeping sleep deprivation at bay those long sleepless night away .
