Maybe i'm unconscious

Tired.
I wonder why the night is dead
And all these sick thoughts in my head
Sink in and out of order
Changing style
I've never felt this way before
Like thinking is a reckless chore
So maybe I should fall asleep instead?

Tired,
goes the rabbit
Dead,
goes the mouse
Creak,
go the floorboards underneath
the house.

Meow,
goes the pussycat
Rawr,
said the monster
I'm hoping for good dreams tonight, or all of you will suffer.

"...All of you will suffer."