Instruments of War •Poetry•

i n s o m n i a

Like a siren, there is this distant temptation that calls for me in the void of the night
It whispers my name like a nymph, and breath out my wishes softly
And as a mere mortal, I felt it longingly seduce me with all its vigor
Like a lustful child, I take like a greedy sinner
like the red sea, I part my eyes open to welcome a miracle
Unknowingly becoming A glutton for the void of suspense of the dark