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Insomnia is a distant feeling

Seems I’ve been sleeping, the world has changed

And as I look around sand blurs my vision

A man placed it there as an era died

A hot iron poked at it leaving me blind

Now I’m not the same person I was



I’m happier, no longer scared to be introspective

An exoskeleton hid my image from the mirror

But I have shed that stage of my life and I’m growing

And ever exploring the depths of which I’dve never known



It always comes down to religion

No matter the value of ‘X’ and ‘Y’ in the equation

It always comes out to equal some form of faith

That I’m either losing or gaining

Constantly straining it down to the smallest grain

But oh how sand so easily slips through my fingers



I’m lost, not a bit stronger from this personal holocaust

An exhaustion that bares no pride to whom it infects

But I have shed that stage of my life and I’m growing

And ever exploring the depths of which I’dve never known



Does the doorbell no longer ring

Has it been clad in iron fists and killing bees

No one seems to be hearing the echo of their own beating hearts

Battering their own chest to bruise

The blood cannot be bled



The last grain never falls

Change is not complete