Insomnio

Tired eyelids waiting for a sweet dream,
one that doesn't scare.
Leaned on a bed, I'm awaiting.
Singing a Lullaby
melancholy in my side
thinking of paranoid ideas
and shadows listening to me.
Sounds revived within,
fleeting scenes and a weeping willow.
Silence, don't cry,
I'm the main character of this story, not you.
At night is my turn,
during the day I shouldn't pour my heart out.