I haven't slept in a week.
Because my dreams are not dreams anymore,
They are no longer fun friends that I'm excited to be with every night,
They are my enemies that want nothing but my blood on their hands
and my brains on their chest
They want my thoughts cut up into tiny pieces
Dipped in my nausea and my dried up eyes
I will not sleep
Because it is no longer sleep it is torture
It is no longer love it is pain
And my tired eyes will get dizzy
And my bones will shake
And my hair will thin out
Buy I will not sleep
Until the nightmares flee
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Strange Poems
PoezjaAt the end of the day At the end of a book At the end of a year At the end of a page At the end of a poem At the end of a world There is always still a story to be told ©commicle 2014 all poems belong to me
