Processed Thoughts

I N S O M N I HAS encrusted my eye sockets rebuilding a new view i see it clear i see it well the burning sensation called HELL. people walk around all day in a zombie like stage answering to their higher power. YES MAN NO SIR RIGHT AWAY MAM well i will sleep when im dead and thats to be seen i believe in an awake dream palms all sweaty teeth grinding two left feet one following the other backwoods im in way too deep walking blindly into a one way exit forgetting what i was to remember i lost my way when i stopped S L E E P I N G ill find my way when i say goodbye i must trust again i must want again in the waking of the new day i see you smile we are in love AGAIN now i can sleep ...