Insanity Of Insomnia Poem by Crimson Love

Hurt is the best feeling,
Pain its close cousin,
You sleep, yet death is the same,
Perhaps in the night you slowly die,
to be resurrected by the dawn,
I don't sleep for this humble fact.

why would I want to miss the slendors of the dark?
My friends wouldnt have it, thats a fact I've come to know,
Why would I wish to die a little, then be alive for half a day?
my eyes stay open, as to not miss the beauty.

Even with closed eyes, memories are haunting,
Hurt all the same, as with pain...they all seem to stay,
Always by my side, they never seem to stray,
Ensomnia, insanity, This is how I'm repayed.