Sleep (Original Poem)

 Sleep devastates my conscience
Brings smoldering thoughts
Sad, happy, great scope
True or false cases
Personality without omniscience
Weak and prey to errors
Of humanity in decay
Rich, crazy and lively
Sometimes even helpless
Other thinking beings.
Sometimes it follows as a drug
Depressing and pressing
Perhaps even making man
A command automaton
Simply a single order
For everything to end.