Insomaniac
My head hits the pillow
But sleep won't come
A deeper darkness descends
As memories of past sins
Come flooding back
Faces haunt my every turn
I light the fire, their bodies burn
Rivers of blood
From my sea of rage
All noted down
On the policeman's page
Now I'm here in their filthy cell
Deprived of sleep
By my personal hell
I rested much easier
Before they made me find Jesus
Copyright © Kevin Mcallion | Year Posted 2009
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