A thousand discording voises

Old stuff

My sleep is slipping through my hands
Like sand falling straight through
I try to grab on
And it still falls straight down
I lose thoughts
I lose sleep
I lose my energy
I'm lost
Not found
No compass by my side
Collective thoughts are scattered
No organization in my mind
Unmanned car
Speeding down the highway
Cop flashes lights
But no ones home
The door bells rings
Silence echoes

And yet the blood flows free
Like a river of red
Rushing down the staircase
Staining all the bed

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