Saturday, January 4, 2014

Insomniac






















Can't sleep, can't eat, can't smoke
You choke 
You gag

You drag yourself beneath the covers
No dreamland, no rest, no peaceful wonders

Your head will fall off if awake one more minute
The pain - it kills
The feeling like drills

Just rest your head for a few
Thoughts of misery - why you?

Like a broken record on repeat
Just lay back down beneath the sheet
101...102...105...wait...
Fucking lost count of sheep 
If only, if only - you'd get some sleep

I could seriously use some damn sleep.

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