The Life of An Insomniac

Night time is when my mind takes flight

It may seem like the quietest hours, but in reality it’s when the chaos errupts

Thoughts corrupt my head like invading a diary

It’s like pouring sugar into my blood

I can forget about sleep, it no longer becomes a part of me

Listen to the inner voices that tick-tock, tick-tock, tick and talk all night long

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