C1cc(Ccc1[c@@h]2ccnc[c@h]2coc3ccc4c(C3) Oco4) F (Behind My Eyes) Poem by Christoph Praus

It begins with flashes, sharp, electric,
Sleep won't come, but wakefulness abides,
Nightmare lies that way, but welcoming,
Great, wracking sobs tear at every muscle,
And then...it hides behind the eyes;

For a spell a pleasant thrumming comes,
Brings a certain hued warmth to the gray,
A levelling out of the despair plane,
Not joy, not happiness, not a cure,
But an evening out, but it won't stay;

It ends with flashes, sharp, electric,
Sleep won't come,
Nightmare reigns,
Tears won't cease,
And then...it hides behind my eyes.