Treasure Island

Crazy Eight


Coma


I'm never awake
I cannot sleep
I'm never aware
I've fell too deep

Into an abysm of
Sciolism and ridicule
Of those who misundestand
Or can't comprehend

INSOMNIA...

The decline of my mind
While in the motion of time
The slow motion of time
The illusions left behind

I can't close my eyes
I can't rest my mind
For a few minutes at a time
Searching for something cathartic

Why should I sleep
When I'm living my nightmare
My surmise that I keep
In my existance of despair

To stop the fucking dwelling
The grim, the mental swelling
On account of the morbid whispers
And the pathological murmurs

Dawn forgives all sins
Cures the enterprise within
All my senses are acute
Every answer comes with dispute

Why should I sleep
When I'm living my nightmare
My surmise that I keep
In my existance of despair

INSOMNIA
Its much to loud
INSOMNIA
Inoperable all around
INSOMNIA
I'm not fully aware
INSOMNIA
I'm not veritably here

Insomnia
Parasomnia
The Mania
Hypomania

Submitted: Friday, May 12, 2006

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  • Esther Leclerc (5/12/2006 11:07:00 AM)

    An unusual and I think comprehensive take on the hated problem. I can't choose a favorite stanza, they all speak to me. Well-written! (Report) Reply

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