”A Poem I Wrote Whilst Falling Asleep”

Here I lie
tangled in wires
like in Serial Experiments Lain. But, you know. Lamer.
My computer is watching me type this. 
My phone would be too, if I didn’t have its camera smothered by blankets at the moment. 
Sometimes
I don’t know
Why I even make things.
I mean- I kind of do. 
but not entirely. 
I probably just make to make
To let things out
To let things in
Express myself and my inspirations
"I’ll finish this later"

...But I never did.