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Insomniac

Shadows play upon the wall,
Clockwork hands control the fall,
Starlit realm across the hall,
Hidden from the minds of all.

Lying, skyward facing, floor,
Heels upon the wooden door,
Craving, lusting, yearning more,
Cutting deep into the sore.

Secrets playing in the mind,
Night and blood are intertwined,
Ink and Mana, fused behind,
Now, the nightmare stuff, you find.

Ghostly vision, veiled eyes,
Lifting from the pretty lies,
Countless efforts, countless tries,
Insomniac lives life's demise.

MelchiorJ13

@MelchiorJ13

It's a pleasure to meet you. Kik: melchiorj13 #ProjectHumanity

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Comments & Feedback (8)

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@ckahn why thank you!! πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸΊπŸŒ™πŸΊπŸŒ™πŸΊπŸŒ™

Aroooooo! This is great

@wolfie thank you! πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸΊπŸŒ™πŸΊ

This is excellent. Really portrays how you feel when you can,t sleep. Very well done. πŸ’œβœ¨πŸ’™πŸŒŸ

@sleepydragon thank you! 😊😊😊 (I'm a terrible insomniac πŸ˜œπŸΊπŸŒ™πŸΊπŸŒ™πŸ˜„πŸ˜‰πŸ˜Š)

Sometimes I am too. Poor you though. Thank goodness for Opuss eh! 🌺

Love it! I sung it to myself lol :)

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