insomnia
once there was a dream
where darkness entered my soul
and my only desire was to scream
and then i had a nightmare
where i was broken - no longer whole
and blood was dripping down my hair
now i wake up in the middle of the night
wondering what was real
waiting for the first light
and wishing for one last deal
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