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Deep in the dark It must have gone three For the telly's turned off Automatically Three would be fine Four'd be alright I hate waking up Halfway through the night I can hear the thing ticking I...
Open door. Close door. Scarf off. Coat off. Hair down. Run bath. Kettle on. TV on. Sit down. Drink tea. Relax... Finish tea. Stop bath. Bath time. Relax... Finish bath. Make dinner. Sit down.
The moon and stars are my companions tonight, For sleep will just not surrender it's delight. I coax and I plead, Sleep is what I need. But the worry in my head, Makes for unrest in my bed.
10:30pm antsy, pacing the room and studying every little nicknack on my bedside table...all I hear is my mother locking up for the night 12:06am anxious...I'm the only one awake.
She lay there and gazed upwards at the spiralling and swirled pattern dancing with fatigue across her ceiling with nothing but him occupying her every thought, her every molecule, her every moment.
That one nightmare, Leaves me shaking, Sweat on brow, My body quaking. Hands clutch sheets, My breathing shallow, Look in mirror: Flesh so sallow.
Tossing and turning, In my bed, Memories, churning, Blood in my head. Salt in my bloodstream, Night in my salt, Anything innocent, Isn't my fault.
#nightdwellers I'm at the point of sleep Yet I resist A grey mist Descends As my day ends The last cup of tea Circulates Inside of me Voices on the TV Swirl inside my head I can hear my bed...
At the thinning of the year Now that daylight seems embarrassed And skulks between wet street lights, Euphoria, hibernating, Is dimmed to warmth and comfort, And the clocks must pay for The sweaty,...
It's that time, again, That I must try, To force some shut, Into my eye. I won't succeed, But try, I will, I'll lie, dust dead, And stony still.
I opened up my dashboard, And I found my body's switch, I think I have an awful case, I'm too awake, a glitch.
what color are your eyes. I didn't take the time to notice. could they be grey, icy-cold and match mine. or are they brown like my mothers. are they a deeper blue than the depths of the ocean.
I curl myself up In this little Cocoon, of sorts Closing my kaleidoscope eyes, Hoping Pleading For a drop of the sweet liquor that is sleep The sheep Are taunting me, it seems Literally just...
For some reason I can't sleep. It's two am in the morning to where my life happens and my mind is still wandering to different places.
Is it fear that prevents me from shutting my eyes. If so the fear of what. Dreams and subconscious lies. Do I really dread what awaits in slumber so much. Or am I and myself falling out of touch.
How can I raw like meadows. Disappear like wind. Dreams without solid ground. Noises sounding round and round. Bitten tongues bleeding. Racing and dropping. Aching level head.
When I lay my head On any other bed And try to hit the sack Goodness me my back Awake for half the night Trying to win a fight Stave away the pain But it'll be back again And oh look.
Sleep won't come,. As I toss and turn,. While sulking, alone,. My heart does yearn,. An ice block melting,. From hopes warm glow,. A wish for a summer,. A love without snow,. Let it be fruitful,.
Together we lie, side by side, Come closer... *R-i-p.* "what's that?" Toss. Turn. Pull away. *Riiiiiip* Don't move, argh, "Shh, its just the cat." *drip*drip* now the fucking tap... Groan.
As I lay alone in my bed, Endless thoughts Run through my head. I want to scream. I need my rest, I long to dream. Eyelids won't even droop. My brain is running An endless loop.
I'm not the type to rise and shine, I feel the seaside nights are mine, And when the sunshine comes my way, I urge it just to go away. I am a true insomniac, In every shade of midnight black, And Mr.
Hark who goes there In the dead of the night.' A visitor no less An unwanted guest. Black and hairy, Moving quite fast Giving me an itch And making me start.
#emotion #annoyance The gentle tick of an ornate clock, The oaky creak of my antique bed The firing of the boiler's flame As heating tickles radiators The luxurious gush of fresh hot water Gaily...
. Alarm clock, alarm Clock, ___ Will your Buzz |22:57| ing never Stop.