insomnia.... how dangerous thou art.
how then can i escape your painful gaze?
keeping me in your grasp throughout the night..
king of sleep, send your armies to come and fight.
a constant struggle between here and then...
no matter who wins, we are still the middlemen.
come daylight, come darkness, it's all the same..
in the end, we're all playing the same old game.
for fear of death,
in spite of life,
we all sleep,
simply,
to get through the night.
some people, so..
so lost below...
forever bound to the conscious world.
others,
bound differently,
to the cloudy abyss...
where dreams,
and nightmares alike,
roam in an eternal mix.
oh sweet remedies,
however useful,
never quite could cut any bonds.
or could you?
sweep through the streets,
you'll see.
your toils are fruitless,
medicines of man.
your subjects are made masochists at your merciless hands.
born,
bound,
released and captured.
the cycle continues without a single apologetic word.
why shouldn't it?
alas,
truth be told,
my words do no harm,
but instead exist as a mere rant.
now go on, sweet sheep.
go away and sleep.
or stay awake with me,
with loneliness for company.
it's your choice,
not mine.
go ahead,
take your time.
whatever you choose,
you win or you lose.
you benefit or you don't.
it's like clockwork.
when night falls, will you join me?
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(Classy) Rhymes
Poetry"I can't quite contain All the things in my brain So I let them out to see If demons can truly be free". - Excerpt from poem.13 Well then, enjoy (I hope) this assortment of my (original) poems. Don't take them without permission, please. And, well...
