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Four Million Hours Till Tomorrow

I wipe the sweat, From my brow, And I wonder, If I'll ever find out how, To survive this night, Endless time grinds Ever more slowly, It never unwinds, I toss, I turn, I put on the light, Why, oh why, Must I always fight? All I want, Is to end this night, And welcome The sun's glow Oh, so bright I shut off the light, I face the wall, I am getting desperate, For me to fall, Asleep, asleep, Oh elusive sleep, How you tease me, Why does the time So slowly creep? Another pill? More T.V,? What is it about, The night which Tortures me? Is it nerves? Overactive brain? The faceless morrow That'll come again? The sun rises My lids do close, I wonder why then, Who in heaven knows? So I have a clock Inside of me Broken down Useless as can be, Insomnia, you devil you, You torture me, You really do.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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