Insomnia

Sleep never comes easy
when your on my mind
I long to dream of you,
but dreams are hard to find
These dreams are Heaven
awake without you is Hell
The line between is fading,
and now I just can't tell
I'm too tired
It's too late
My eyes are closed,
to Heaven's glory gate
Heaven is of no consequence
Hell is of unbearable pain
Both draw their lines,
and nothing I gain
Of the two I don't know
I'm wondering which is true
And then reality sets in,
The dream is finally through.