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Madness to My Insomnia
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Madness to My Insomnia |
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Siofra
since 2000-09-28
Posts 551State of Suspended Passion |
this insomnia leaves me cold heartless and impatient. Its almost 4 a.m. and my eyes will not close because no one writes better pain than I do in hours like these. Or perhaps they do. I have called upon too many bottles too many sips of darkness to be able to sleep and dream a thorough uninterrupted dream. Why am I drowning myself in unclear moments posing as an addict to the flames of something too hot for me to really touch. I feel stolen undreamed of and heartlessly full of heart. vodka water whiskey cola it all goes in but none of it can replace whatever is missing inside of me. So I'll dance for a little while twirl around with the floor in all its spinning glee and try not to count when I see four where two are standing. I ache but not about what you think.. you see I am the empty one who feels no fear of how far down I can sink. Yes I spend time separating myself but I want to be together for once. But right now my eyes are dancing with words that have no voice no hands to reach with so I'll dance by myself or with the spinning floor in all its glee. I just want to come unchained. "My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
darn! Do I know what you mean! |
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Passions Voice Member
since 2000-10-23
Posts 291Michigan |
Sometimes, it's easy to want to do that. Great work here, I can feel what you're going through. passion is life. . . ~Diana |
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