Hypnophobia

Take not for granted the ancient Moon,
Holding Its place low in the sky.
Silvery light splayed over the dunes
Demands your respect when you close tired eyes.

What becomes of those who sleep?
They pray the Lord their souls to keep.
But when all you know is wide-awake,
You pray to God your soul to take.

Oh how I have murdered sleep!
How seemingly innocent this need may be...
But when you relinquish control to the infinity sheep,
It makes you see things you wish to not see.

What is closer to death in life than this?
When you hear your subconscious mind that tells you who you were, who you are, who you will be?
Subliminal bliss.
What terror trembles deep when dreams reveal to me.

No truer soothsayer than your internal purveyor,
This is what scares me, I hate these thick layers.
And when sleep is the only thing between myself and me,
The darkness of the night will be my favorite to see.

No greater battle than between you and yourself
Battle till the death [or R.E.M.]
When you value sanity over health,
You say so sweetly, "It's me or them."