In the Remains of The Night

Shadows creep along the walls, 

Like silhouettes of misplaced souls. 
As i lie reluctantly awake i cant help but think, 
This turns out to be a Pandora's box-esque mistake. 
My imagination takes a suffocating grip, 
Slowly i can feel insanity starting to slip. 
Seeing things that cant be there, 
Hearing sounds of pain and mourning. 
Now i'm afraid to close my eyes for what i may see within my mind. 
The fatigue takes its toll, 
as i start to weep in self-desperation. 
Its been 12 days since slept i last, 
As the daylight sneaks in again once more. 
The bags under my eyes remain my tag, 
As a man who cant perform the simple task of slumber. 
Insomnia, release me.

Reviews

[ALifeAquatic]

Still writing then? Obviously!

I'm going to be honest with you here, I really like this piece though I do worry about the narrator's sanity! The piece is incredibly morbid and I'm not sure about the final refrain it seems a bit cliche? Corny? Needless? I'm also not sure about the fact that you refuse to captilise most of your, "i"s. Is that some sort of allusion to your inferiority complex or just the fact that you can't be arsed to hit the caps lock?

At any rate I like the piece.

Jonathan

[Freddie Stradlin]

Ive recently decided it makes me happy, even in my mediocrity. You like all my pieces though lol you have a screw loose. You're right, the end is very cliched, thanks. and yes that is indeed an allusion to the fact i don't deserve capitals.
Cheers for the the review.