NO REST FOR THE WICKED
No rest for the wicked
My eyes are bloodshot
The world lays down,
But I am up -
Doing things that must be done.
Creating silent havoc,
Running a mock.
Insomnia is my curse,
But I do not care,
I have found the center of my fear.
“Every bad has a good,”
Society is blinded by rules.
What I do is a must,
Yet I am hunted by fools.
What I dream, I cannot gain,
For if I sleep, many will be slain.
The world revolves on pain.
