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1,2,3,4, I count sheep; lying down on this cold pillow. Staring into darkness The black abyss staring back laughing Reflecting my own self conscience. 5,6,7,8 more sheep pass by my eye lids The wool falling off their bodies towards the doors that lead in to my sub conscience Where my mind runs rampant with thoughts That leave the wool ineffective That keeps me from entering a safe haven 9,10,11,12 This herd of sheep are wasting their time I can’t live with out something so sublime My love, My hate, My depression, My attraction All pointed towards you I get up and scream towards the sheep I’m not your shepherd I’m not your shepherd I’m not your shepherd just leave me be 13,14,16,17 Why couldn’t you stay You stranded me at bay I can’t enter the bomb shelter with out closing my eyes I can’t close my eyes with out you I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I won’t 18, 19, 20 black sheep cross the roof of my eyes as I sit here on the edge of my bed This bed is a comparison a comparison to my sanity The one that was already fragile The one you already broke 21…22…23..24…26…27…28….29….30
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
And Counting (Insomnia)
1,2,3,4, I count sheep; lying down on this cold pillow. Staring into darkness The black abyss staring back laughing Reflecting my own self conscience. 5,6,7,8 more sheep pass by my eye lids The wool falling off their bodies towards the doors that lead in to my sub conscience Where my mind runs rampant with thoughts That leave the wool ineffective That keeps me from entering a safe haven 9,10,11,12 This herd of sheep are wasting their time I can’t live with out something so sublime My love, My hate, My depression, My attraction All pointed towards you I get up and scream towards the sheep I’m not your shepherd I’m not your shepherd I’m not your shepherd just leave me be 13,14,16,17 Why couldn’t you stay You stranded me at bay I can’t enter the bomb shelter with out closing my eyes I can’t close my eyes with out you I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I won’t 18, 19, 20 black sheep cross the roof of my eyes as I sit here on the edge of my bed This bed is a comparison a comparison to my sanity The one that was already fragile The one you already broke 21…22…23..24…26…27…28….29….30
I haven't been sleeping much lately, and I truly don't know why.  So i decided to write this during a sleepless night
#night
AnthonyCaceres
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AnthonyCaceres
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
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