Broken souls are creeping, lingering
behing my bedpost tonight. 
Wailing, screaming is their language
and I don't know if they're yours or mine. 
Dreadful ghosts they keep on haunting
my rotten dreams - I can't escape. 
Their haunt is so defeating
because they're truly lost in time. 
Clock keeps on ticking these unforgotten hours
and I feel like I could lose my mind. 
Not everything that's truly broken
can be fully fixed and I wonder why
these poor, poor souls, which are haunted
are corrupting thin dreams of mine. 

We are similar, broken pieces after all. 

And sleepless also are my nights.