Wednesday, 30 October 2013

Midnight Oil and Insomnia

Sleep is a fickle whore
who only comes around
when she wants something.

My mind won't be silenced
and your presence 
in my dreams
is torture.

Not even a Dramamine
high is kicking you out

Reason is nowhere
to be found, the
bitch ran out on me

And irrationality took
her place, like a parasite

I want to hate you
but my heart has
already bled for you

So I guess
I'll let this run its
course and see
If i survive it..

While my self respect
Panhandles innocent bystanders 
for drug money
and sympathy cards.

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