The never-ending drone of a million screaming souls trapped in the hell of what used to be my mind as I unwind the day unfolds over and over until I go blind Nagging the fringe of my focus unable to find the cause of my failure to sleep and I weep as I watch my life unfold in wasted day after night I endure my plight until the morning light shines through yon window pain and I refrain from wondering why this continues happening night after night and day after day as I drag through the day in a daze
Trying to discover where the day goes my memory hazy my vision blurred my speech slurred from lack of sleep and I keep on doing what I know best without rest
I continue working the day and I pray for cease of this infernal curse pouring my heart out in verse after verse I resign my self to fate and wait for sleep that never comes and days without end and I descend into a pit of despair, a mind I can’t repair and a soul that has not rested in years haunted by fears and ghosts and hosts of other demons and dreams until it seems I have lost my mind and the alarm goes off and I find I have arrived deprived
of yet another night of sleep
Copyright 2005 Wounded
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