My eyes widen when I try to sleep
My thoughts crowd me when I try to flee them
They line up for miles waiting to be thunk
Their queue stretches over the hills until morning
Each will get its turn
The last few prying their way in
Jostling for mind space
Just before the alarm clock rings
And frightens my dreams away
Sometimes I think I could be a vampire
My skin is white enough at least once a year
My teeth are likewise sharp
As for the drinking blood and draining others
I, having been drained night after night,
Sometimes think it is about time I do the biting
