Circles

February 3, 2014

sleeping soundly

sleeping fake

sleeping at all for sleeping's sake

distant darkness lingers near

scraping brains

scraping tears

making madness

love is dead

circling circles

white turns red

walking

still awake

thinking

hoping

bones will break

roaches crawl and test my drive

daylight breaks I'm still alive

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