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Insomnia
Sit. Sit.
Tick. Tick.
Goes the world
And my mind
The organic vegetable
Why is I cannot escape?
My essence is still left
Shadows cast and shadows move
Shit. Shit.
Tick. Tick.
There is only me left
And my mochaistic mind
Tiny thiny fragments
Towering tall targets
Trying to over power
this motto, this rhyme
Shit. Shit.
Tick. Tick.
Can't even speak when
You look me in the eye
You know I'm dying
Just like this time
Slip. Slip.
Tick. Tick.
Hayley, I like it a lot! There's something so REAL about it. Good rhythm too...kinda like the ticking of endless hours on a clock, lol. Good work.
~Kate~