Restless nights, restless nights,
I lay awake in bed.
Mania distorts the thoughts in my head,
Darkness wraps around me—
while they sleep like the dead.

It torments me,
Paints me in a thousand hues,
Prodding at the buried bruise,
That keeps me wide awake in bed.

In them, I see—the face I hide.
Not the strongest,
Not the kindest,
Not the brightest light.
Just a burning star,
Too tired to shine,
Still laying awake in bed.

It burns—until it can't.
It hides—until it's caught.
It carves itself deep,
A truth that can’t be bought.

The monster I am,
Not fed—just bled,
Still lays awake
In this restless bed.