I can feel this insomnia digging into my bones,
I can feel the walls laughing at me while I sink into my bed,
I can feel comets falling into my skin,
My brain is constructing the darkness into supernovae's,
I'm becoming to realize my acquaintances are all in my head,
I've had so little sleep that my grip on reality and emotions have left me,
The planets are spinning and here I am still waiting,
The nights become longer and my body has become weaker,
If I had the ability to dream I would hope the sun rises,
The darkness has imprinted me to believe that the light is fictional.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC
I can feel this insomnia digging into my bones,
I can feel the walls laughing at me while I sink into my bed,
I can feel comets falling into my skin,
My brain is constructing the darkness into supernovae's,
I'm becoming to realize my acquaintances are all in my head,
I've had so little sleep that my grip on reality and emotions have left me,
The planets are spinning and here I am still waiting,
The nights become longer and my body has become weaker,
If I had the ability to dream I would hope the sun rises,
The darkness has imprinted me to believe that the light is fictional.
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