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I stare at those dark markings above, Knowing how tired I am. There's a fetid vibration humming Through my bones, Through my blood, Through my every thought. I'm so exhausted, Yet I can't sleep. I'm so exhausted That the only pill That could put me to sleep Is a stray bullet. There's a rancid susurration chiming Through my flesh, Through my bones, Through the very essence of my coil. I'm so tired And in need of sleep. I'm so tired That even the cold steel Of the train tracks Welcomes me As the only pillow I can see myself able To rest my head upon. There's a rotten pulsation howling Through my blood, Through my bones, Throughout. I'm so drained That an eternity of sleep Just wouldn't do Anything... My only solace Are the minute finger prints That echo a memory of starlight On a darkened ceiling.
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Feb 15, 2024
Feb 15, 2024 at 5:26 AM UTC
finger prints on the ceiling