insomniac
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The stars where drunk
or maybe it was I.
Maybe there was too much coffee in my viens
and not enough sleep in my eyes.
Maybe I've lost my way
or I'm just out of my mind.
I'll get myself another cup
Tossing, turning, an endless cycle.A constant buzzing.It surrounds me, suffocating. A white noise on loop. Thoughts race through my exasperated mind.I long for peace; bliss,In the midst of death’s grip.
One o'clock strikes
A time of night not many dare seek
Weary limbs move
Begging for rest
Two o'clock strikes
Another hour gone by
'Why oh Why' she cries
Rest is far
I sleep in the corner of my bed;
cradled by my dreams,
tortured by nightmares.
Stroked into a vivid world by my thoughts,
tamed by my mind.
And so I sleep,
unsure that I will wake.
Late nights
With music in my ears
And demons in my mind,
I feel water filling my lungs,
Weights sitting on my chest
And ropes around my throat.
My mind racing
Awake one simple word
A complicated place to be
Awake
You have eyes open and are not up
Awake yet totally alone
In dreams I'm battered and bruised
No clue what is dream
What is reality