Insomnia

I've got this chill I can't warm
and this constant picture show
flashing through my head
the ink from my pen's gotten thick
darker as it fills the page
my pillow's getting wetter
my heart's getting heavier
my clock seems to have broken
stuck eternally in one time
but the roller coaster's still going
faster and faster each ride
the flow's become continuous
I've got medicated sleep
and a poison calm
there's not enough time to live
but too much to think and dream
a plastic bag around my head
and all I want is to breathe

Poem by ToriDarling

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