Yet Another Sleepless Night

Yet Another Sleepless Night
Yet another sleepless night,
The soft ticks of the clock,
Silent wind of the night,
Deafen me.

Again and again I wreak my brain,
Again and again all I have is the same,
Yet it never bore me,
Yet it never fail to amuse me.

Yet another sleepless night,
I stare at the nothingness of the paper yet again,
I stood still on my chair, frozen,
My lids, they just would not close.

So many things in my mind,
Yet so little to say,
As much thing I have thought about,
None is yet to prove useful.

Oh silent night,
This feeling is killing me,
The softness is weakening me,
The nothingness is crowding me.

Oh silent night,
Tell me a story,
Sing me a lullaby,
Please, put me to sleep.

-a little something I came up with while I could not sleep... a little incoherent I know... :)