His Name Is Insomina
Insomnia feels like its a inner demon inside laughing at us keeping us up on purpose, just to torture us to the brink of insanity.
We sit up all day and all night, the days running into one another over and over again. The pain we feel is more intense at night and even more intense without sleep.
Insomnia is like the devil ready to burn you alive, but instead insomnia is a slow and steady rain hitting your forehead making you go insane,
Screaming and crying his name Insomnia.