Insomnia
Silence plagues this mind
nothing brings relief
Darkness brings nightmares drifters,
demons of past, present, and future
This mind turns on itself; everything on repeat
Counting...not sheep...but what-ifs
what ifs of the day, of yesterday and tomorrow
Insomnia dances with me in the moonlit kitchen
A hollow darkness that I cannot swim out of
Insomnia
Holds me hostage inside of my house,
inside of my head
It romanticizes the dim-lit oven light
that dips me in a trance of insomnia bliss
It's a slow nightly torment that weighs
heavy upon my soul
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