#50 sleepless nights

Where am I going?

in the night eyes wide,
painting ceiling with imaginative paint;
in the day I rest,
within scorching heat I sleep;

I am not a vampire,
I do not suck blood;
neither a demon,
because I dream the demon itself;

almost a month it seems I will be dazed,
and confused,
lost in the track of time,
and terrified of fading nightmares;

started to think that I am demented,
crooked and insane,
as the bane chewing in my brain,
slowly until I am no longer myself,

until then, let us hope I got to you.