Im always awake.
Never asleep.
My brain is filled with caos and confusion.
My heart laced with sorrow.
I look up and stare at the celing from my bed.
Mystical creatures and fantises lurk there.
My almost shattered mirror of hopes and dreams.
The closet is filled with darkness.
Theres monsters under my bed.
Waiting to scare me.
Cool air creeps up to me from the window.
This makes me shiver.
I fall and crash my icy kingdom. Then the world wakes up.

Random describing poem. (owl city cures writers block)