Insomnia

Insomnia

silence hids the blood unspilled
the clothes of time thoughts tend to frey
the sunlight shines
the moonlight wines
as midnight melts into day

and all the while the pain is there
it spilled on me scralet red
its in my head
its cold and dead

i run and plea, flea and swear
and all the while
that crooked smile
is eating out the core in me

-Andyman

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