On Goes The Night

The quick fears of a sleep-deprived person

On goes the night.
On races my mind.
On races the footsteps that are following me.
On comes the light that is seen forever and ever.
On speeds the wings of the flies that pursue me.
On flings the mosquitoes that capture my blood.
On walks the legs of the bugs who crawl on me.
On sleeps my body from now on.