Insomnia (Constructive Criticism needed!)

Please note that I have no real schooling on poetry, as they don't drop it into the Honours curriculum until 9th grade, so I probably need a lot of criticism. >_>

Blur

My mind is lost....
Not a single,
Second is kept unforgotten,
Or a moment preserved.

I attempt to discern,
Reality from dream...
Phantasma rape my psyche,
Abhorrence and bewildered disbelief.

Sleep deprivation leaves me downtrodden and perturbed.

Life is drained from my consciousness;
Yet cannot be restored by my resting.
Testing my patience and stableness.
Left with impoverished bleakness.

Leaves me torpid,
My cares thrown aside.
Sunken in my own cesspool,
Of a declined mind.

Not really alive or defunct;
Cadaverous am I?
Just a blur is my life.
Parasite to my mind: Insomnia.