Sleep Deprived

February 12, 2011
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In the dark of the night
I lay, wide awake.
Will sleep ever come?

In the edges of my ears
the music hums.
Will the lullaby ever begin?

In the depths of the room
the memories hide.
Will I ever be the same?

In the soul of desire
I long to sleep.
Will I ever escape myself?

In the air we breathe
the inability to trust lies.
Will we ever believe?

In the pills prescribed
I find nothingness.
Will I ever be cured?





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