The Insomniac

When I close my eyes, and drift off to sleep; that's when he comes.
Stalking the moonlit streets, dealing death to those that he takes a fancy to.
The police believe that it's me who's doing it, but it's not.
I would never do such horrific things as he does to those poor souls.
I've done my best to keep him at bay. I haven't slept in a week, but I'm so goddamned tired!
It would be so much easier to deal with, if I had just a little bit of sleep.
God, forgive me.
I'm just...
Too...
Tired...
To...