She moved in unexpectedly.
We share the same small room inside my head.
I can feel her breathing down my neck,
Her muffled whispers crawl through the walls of my head. She breaks the silence with a horrified scream leaving my ears to bleed. I try to shake her off, but she just keep tapping my shoulder, fighting for my attention.
Her need of attachment, Her commitment, Her hunger for energy, But I have no charge left. She robbed me dry.
Ms. Insomia
Just one last thought I plead and beg.
Its 1.. 2.. 3am she won't leave me alone .
Trasspasing, stealing my sanity and replacing them with tainted memories.
My mind is always running with constant thoughts, that pertain with how I can fix myself. How people see me. How would the world be if I hadn't exist in the first place? Would it get easier if I just pretend I don't care?
But she wouldn't let me lay my mind to rest.
She seems to fear the Idea of losing control. Insomnia stole my life.
She has become a hassle.
A burden.
A pain in the ass.
My enemy yet my childhood memory.
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Clandestine Volume 1
PoetryA mix of short stories, and a bundle of poetry written in my hours of insomniac nights. Dark and twisted maybe even inspirational.
