Insomnia-tic sheep

Polished shoes.

Fancy hats.

Jackets and martinis.

Classy and yet lonely.

Sleep is a dream,

But used to burning eyes.

Sex is real,

But imagine one-night stands

and no feelings.

A drain, a bore, unadventurous 

and decreasing.

I just don't care anymore.

Just another reason, a lesson.

A person doesn't even know they

mean the world to you.

Their sadness is a knife,

Their smiles, their laughs, a crush.

So I continue on a road to nowhere,

Knowing nothing will ever come to pass.

But in a moment of weakness,

I think of them.

Yes I lust, but I also trust

and I feel that their drug,

is what will put the sheep

back to sleep.