November 22, 2011

Insomnia

It felt as if the walls are closing in
Something’s haunting and I run away.
My body aches, the scene replays
Insomnia, I scream; paranoid.
Shadows follow, I look at the ground
The pain hits.
Can hardly walk, can hardly talk.
Paranoia grows.
Anxiety attack, stabbed in the back
My heart pounds, I’m living on the edge.
Burnt bridges, the air is thin
And I go insane.


I sit beneath the vicious moonlight immured
Everything slashed and burnt.
My body aches, the scene replays.
Insomnia, I scream; paranoid.

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