Counting Sheep

I never make a sound
Fingers intertwined over my lips
Thoughts creeping through my teeth
Drip drop, the night is sour
The silence seems to drown me out
Tick tock, the silence makes me creep
Never ending sleep, counting sheep
Criss cross, the night is loud
The silence makes my ears throb
I'm always lost
In the soupy mist
I'm always trapped
In the nightmares
There's nothing to worry about, you're going to be just fine
But whatever you do
Don't fall asleep.