Tic toc
it’s half past eleven
I had a dream and thought;
I am in heaven.
Tic toc
heaven turned into hell
am I still dreaming?
I can’t tell
Tic toc
it’s an hour past midnight
I am wide awake
and wrapped in by the night
Tic toc
on the clock blinks a fat two
I have only one thing on my mind;
and that is you
Tic toc
now it’s already three
a devil on my shoulder tells me to overthink
and I agree
Tic toc
it’s nearly four
I am still not tired
and think some more
Tic toc
now the clock shows five
and god, how grateful I am
to be alive
Tic toc
my windows let through, the light of dawn
but my eyes close and show me darkness,
to which I am drawn
Tic toc
my alarm rings an hour later
I am exhausted because insomnia
struck again, this traitor
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 10:00 AM UTC
Tic toc
it’s half past eleven
I had a dream and thought;
I am in heaven.
Tic toc
heaven turned into hell
am I still dreaming?
I can’t tell
Tic toc
it’s an hour past midnight
I am wide awake
and wrapped in by the night
Tic toc
on the clock blinks a fat two
I have only one thing on my mind;
and that is you
Tic toc
now it’s already three
a devil on my shoulder tells me to overthink
and I agree
Tic toc
it’s nearly four
I am still not tired
and think some more
Tic toc
now the clock shows five
and god, how grateful I am
to be alive
Tic toc
my windows let through, the light of dawn
but my eyes close and show me darkness,
to which I am drawn
Tic toc
my alarm rings an hour later
I am exhausted because insomnia
struck again, this traitor
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