No Sleep

I bang my head against the wall again.

I hope the noises stop the voices.

It's been about a week with no sleep again.

Freaks speak sweet to peek my seed again.

I got no choice to seek what leaks from my pen.

Coins squeezed to be cents.

Someone call a Priest there's a beast in my vents.

It leaves things on my sleeve to repent.

I want peace from the grief while I sweat from the heat when I defend.

It's looking like no sleep, it's the beast again.