For others who cannot sleep

Sometimes I can't sleep,
I feel this mortal body dying all around me,
The details are just fireworks that you see long before you can hear.
Sometimes I end up tangled in the sheets,
Sometimes I read,
Sometimes I smoke,
Not because it makes things better,
Because it makes things worse.
I'm turning up my collar,
This season stretches traffic lights across the asphalt,
and I hate that that's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen,
The perfect body wears a scar.
The perfect body wears a scar,
Eerily smooth,
Feeling flesh replaced by unfeeling,
Electric rivers changing green to red,
The pillow when I rise to work before the sun does.
Eerily smooth,
Eerily smooth.