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   INSOMNIA.

Here we go again, same old tales,

Same old night movie,

Seating alone affront of the screen,

Drinking my sorrow, popping pills

To find freedom, my bed, sleeping,

I wish so often never to wake up,

A couple of hours and the sun/ rain will come

To my rescue, and the same vicious circle will start again,

Whites, yellows, purples, blues devil sweets,

To carry the illusion of happiness,

I can feel life running through my veins,

My sanity disintegrating in this chemical camisole!

All is left has words lost on the screen,

For the ones, who can read between the lines?

Insomnia, my dark mistress,

You got me again, in your cold sheets,

Use d and abused for sure,

But I am not ready to let you,

Make love to you, and falls for eternity,

In your sickly lullabies,

Your lips are poisons,

So if I have to go, it won’t be in your icy arms,

Whispering into my ears,

You love me,

I am no kid anymore,

The tale will end my way,

And you won’t be the sleeping beauty,

I will close my eye, alone as I was and still am,

But I would not give you a last goodnight kiss,

I will simply never the sun arise,

And the world will keep going round and round,

So why don’t you leave tonight and close the door,

My soul has no place for your sick dreams,

I would rather falls into the same hollow holiness,

And all it will take one night to many…

C est la vie!!!

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