I wonder if
(Get these thoughts out of my head)I think endlessly
(My worst nightmare)
Maybe I lost myself too deeply
to reach out towards anything that could plague me.
(They scratch my hands.
Don't
Touch
me)If it will help me
I don't want it.Don't let it save me.
I want my own demise.
I will destroy myself,
Not anything else.Maybe that's why they say I'm sick,
My pride is twisted
And too hard to swallow,
So it must be spit.
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Somnolence - III *Editing*
PoetryLet me tell you, Why I can't sleep at night. From Faded feelings and Empty Thoughts, came a deep somnolence .. where I desired to rest for an eternity. | book is probably completed for now, even though I don't want to let go | Editing slowly