Aggressive Insomnia

The night appears beautifully decorated
with a moon surrounding the glowing stars
My mind expects to jump into another battle
With thoughts beneath the dust of a blade.

I rest my body and forcefully close my eyes,
Endless nightmares hold my throat and breath
The muscles numb from all empty-handed
My mouth refuses to yell at the dark cloud.

Aggressive insomnia doesn't understand the
meaning of morning rain or gleaming snow.
Today's world could not reach out to my love
If I wrongly survive then I'd force myself to drink.

What should I hold to sleep in consensus?
The sun has died in my world of difference
I chose to smoke over unnecessary friendship
I successfully hid your corpse but failed to find my own.