A Gray Sleep

'Twixt heavenly nocturne and gray morn

Lies an hour of stillness, depraved and torn

Unnatural it is, to one such as I

Whose heart is filled joy, and life

To never stop thinking, to never truly rest,

Content within me, at my peaceful best

In this dark hour, truly still, truly silent

Alien to my nature, pervasively quiet

Motion unknown, my heart's motion scared

That this dark night will never cease

And leave me, a bright speck of dust

Truly alone, to survive as I must

In this place where insanity is born

'Twixt heavenly nocturne and gray morn