Insomnia Stalker
Waiting for it to come…
Knowing that he is out there watching me
I’ve grown to despise his nightly visits
And groping hands inside my brain
No calm retreat and peaceful surrender to slumber
– Not with this one
Torment in the form of flashing images
Fast-forwarded thoughts and cycling jolts
Of sudden forgotten things remembered
He waits just around the corner…
Sometimes I can see his dark shadow lurking
Attempting sleep is like spreading out into his dank corpse
All night is a struggle to separate myself from that feeling
He is a curse and one has to be armed
How are the sleeping pills working?
Not so well I guess…
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