It calls my name late at night with no one left to hear

My hands cover my ears but still it slinks into my brain

It's touch is so forceful I feel my head about to implode

After a while I fear that I must listen to its beckon,

A need that has now become my own

Till morning I will wait, me and the invader alone in the prison of my mind

Every second its voice has gotten louder, now a roar in my head

No sleep, No sleep

Not untill it can be heard by someone, anyone but me