Insomnia

by Emmanuel Pineda   Nov 9, 2012


The room here waits through fadded thought
And longs for sleep less soon forgot.

The rainbow black blankets the tomb
Bringing hell to this neglectid room.

Filled with demons who blacken its skies
And shadows torment exhausted eyes.

Sleep lies lost in hopeless doom
And cries to find forgoten room.

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