the ambiguous darkness : night or morning?

its 2.28 a.m now but i cant sleep.


i want to; i need to but i cant.
it is scary and you know it, for not being able to sleep when your mind and body beg for rest.
just like when you see or hear something, which you shouldn't,
just like when you know there is something watching you, but there is absolutely no other man,
while you lying on your bed, - as an escapism,
you pretend you are sleeping.
close your eyes tightly,
till you only see darkness with thousands of little red dot, and thousands of disturbing colours,
but still manage to see and even staring at the emptiness, a blackish savior.

you heard a voice, child's voice singing,

1,2,3,
dia pura-pura,
dia tutup mata,
nak tipu kita,
kakak...
tekala sapa saya!!!

wth, terpesong dari niat la pulak. maaf.