Insomnia 2:22
If only, the yoke of reality would slacken,
and my mind blacken,
then I can drift to uncharted waters,
and a temporary death,
People as what its like, insomnia ,
It's a cause of paranoia,
It's a cause of content,
It tis' a fickle business,
People ask why?,
Like my end is nye,
for me it's both beginning, and end,
reality is never jaded, I never want reality to end.
Poetry by Seb Jefferies
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Written on 2007-02-11 at 03:39
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