spaces and spaces - of black lies,
of broken promises - leaving me empty
with so much to say to you..
will you hear me?
hear me as I say -
read my words from the pages
of my heart and of my memories
filling up my empty soul.
occupying the throne of wandering exhaustion, sampling the world after the world has gone down, indulging in your fancy of scenarios of those 3 A.M. musings - buried deep replays of desperate dreams and stupid decisions, questioning and torturing yourself as the waking brain races, not really awake, neither really asleep with heavy eyelids, feeling the weight of the world, running with obsessive need to close the eyes but you cannot close.
your friend or do you consider me a foe? regards,
insomnia.
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