sleeping ghosts: its so hard to stay insane

before there was sleep, there was a constant disaster of insomnia that struck this earth. all of the children in the streets ran red with blood, and smiling faces. for a second this troubled the earth as they knelled down to pray. even when the ghosts whisper to us at night saying "sleep child... sleep..." even then i couldnt find my way around it. looking out for the world as they trip over themselves a million times, i watch my self get torn apart. theres no wonder why the sound barrier wants to be broken and let off a huge annoying shock all around the world. as every one bleeds for sleep they cry as they drown in tears. getting a grip on what reality really is, i thought this seemed worth it. but i just found myself getting over it again. not even the oceans of the south could drown me in my sorrows. all because ive found myself swimming around this earth only because ive lived with insomnia. and its been treating me well. like the day when all of the wars have stopped, and laughter exceeds in all of the city streets. we cheered that day because we fought fear with love. this worries me because i lie awake every night since insomnia has left me. and i close my eyes thinking. what could i possibly do with the sleep that i have so much earned?