So easily I've slipped down,
believing in fairy tales and December rain.
It seems so inconsistant
with running from the pain.
1:49 A.M.
Insomniac's mind wanders easily,
gently gliding over the memories of the earlier day.
I watch as hell descends upon my eyes;
fading red to grey.
1:50 A.M.
So exhausted...this world must be ending...
reality crashing before my eyes,
breaking like a thousand waves upon the sand,
so easily cutting through this disguise.
1:51 A.M.
The nightmares claw into my mind,
so afraid to step forward; terrified to shift back.
Poetic mind attacked by extremities..
or maybe it's just sleep I lack.
