Every minute I am awake,
I am the person I really hate.
Every day I am still alive,
Lack of sleep makes me cry.
My dizzy head spins around,
In my demented thoughts I drown.
I crawl in my bleak reality now,
Eyes half shut, I don't know how.
Insomnia has got me by the balls.
Too tired to make my own calls.
I am crying because I am not dead.
The voices won't sleep in my head.
All the sheep I can not count.
While clawing my eyes in doubt.
Happiness I am not allowed.
Sleepy misery all I am endowed.
Seeing life cross-eyed again.
Pain goes away now and then.
Shown by the bags under my eyes,
Is my conscience and my lies.
I yawn more then I speak,
There are no words for me to keep.
I am the walking dead inside,
These bloodshot eyes can not hide.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment