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A taste on the tip of my tongue
Teasing my senses
Forcing my mouth to water for more
So I lick at the air
Wanting to steal a little more

I breathe in, suck in all I can
Wanting it to fill my mouth
And invade the pathways to my brain
Pour itself into my veins
Where it can pump itself
throughout my body

It keeps me alive,
Yet it punches holes in my bones
And they ache with only this
little taste

Just shoot me up with heroin
I do not care if I never wake up
Because my living is no sleeping
And if I am sleeping, even forever,
I am finally alive

It would be okay if I had no dreams
I would even be fine with no God and no heaven
As long as I have no
conscious thought

You can even bury me
As far underground
as you feel you need
I will just be sleeping



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