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no sleep.
dreamless reality
it’s all a weakness
seepage from a hole laden mind
brittle will
artificially lit darkness
(is it ever really different?)
a vision in the next room
-this one is so blind-
to be alone
to find a home
to hide from omnipresent eyes
all that’s left is day old fears
-(ineedtocrytoday)-
give up               give up
don’t ask why – just bow
you live with porcelain sanity
(and this building’s coming down)
once upon a hope was real
now Pharaoh’s hard
im the first-born
and maybe i’ll sleep tomorrow