filled with life yet lifeless
another sleepless night, yeah priceless
sleep is for the weak or so i hear
so i guess that means im strong, i have no fear

every night i watch in ever rising spite
as the moon decides to cross the starless night
in the beginning i wonder in its rise
in the end, i laugh and question its demise

another night filled with lacadazical thoughts
entrapping and erupting with questions on the cot
when will i find the time to shut my eyes
when all the lines are sewn deep with sighs

every day i watch and stare in silent mind
simple thought proccess's getting harder to keep confined
acting on emotion and without second thought or light
desicions flowing dark and senseless with no end in sight

oh look another bell rings
the hours over, what will this one bring
another night, yawning but with no dreams
silence, deafness is all it ever brings it seems

your very poetic. good job!