Nightly accounts of an Insomniac
Midnight sparks the most marvelous sounds
Music emits through the underground
Insomnia wrecks me like lightning at sea
The singing it bends me like wind breaking trees.
Eyes shut or open
Don’t disregard
The monsters will terrify you
Leaving scars.
Guitar strings as refuge
And piano keys as my eyes
Running away from what’s inside
Every note I play, it’s slow erase
To dull the pain
Of
Everything
I see them when
I wake
I see them when
I sleep
How can I escape
The ghosts that are
Haunting
Me.
Clock hits twelve
As I ascend it
gives me the bends
Jolted from sleep
More alive than I wish
I get lost
I get lost
I get lost
Opportunity missed
Shelves lined with papers
Written words make no sense
Scrambled up letters
Jumbled up words
Take something that
Skyrockets me out of this
world
Midnight sparks the most marvelous sounds
Music emits through the underground
Insomnia wrecks me like lightning at sea
The singing it bends me like wind breaking trees.
Eyes shut or open
Don’t disregard
The monsters will terrify you
Leaving scars.
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