Hourglasses In A House Of Mirrors

There might not be a reason to stay awake..
How ironic the dying among the living must be.
Would not sleep allow me temporary escape?
So why continue to click and type when I see...
My browser spinning across the world wide web,
Entangled thoughts must remain in slavery,
Or do their conscience chains encompass me instead?

Not even my heart wants to be left alone with me.

Sleep is more than the sands slipping..
Through hourglasses and dreams I desire.
So chamomile and distraction I am sipping
To avoid these awkward moments of mire...
When eyes first closed still see I'm not in the clear,
A house of mirrors revealing all that is dire,
I might be all alone but even I am not here.