..::Insomnia::..
Insomnia
The useless jogging in different directions to escape the confinement
Born to death.....the sad estate and mentality of a hostile environment
Gone to wreckage..what genie do you know fills out a form for a deathwish
Unable to mesh shi* ...wanting to escape oblivion dreams of Insomniacs
The anguish...the drama the yearn for a casket ..needing to bury the hatchet
A brain slowly ate away by the maggots..played and unable to attract shi*
For the fear of not being attractive...which would lead to the need to be active
To live through these fatal attractions...which puts your brains into fractions
The need for no action...for the constant sleep...therefore not to be deprived
Of life that lies ..and stunts the need to survive through a life barely arrived
Young at heart..but yet restless at mind..left without a meaningful find
For a reason to live a life intertwined and mangled by the everyday grind
Of a true hustler ...a man fining for death....fining for a life of less misfortune
And hurting that sports such a heavy hand..that acts as a light touch
Which will bruise our self-esteem...send a shot through your locomotive
Your motive...so your body and soul are left with nothing but torture
A dream of Insomnia no more stress no more pain no more bullshit to face
Lay my face in a pillow therefore in one case wait for "le coup de grace"
Enclosing my space...lacing my pace ..to slow my footing behold I'm losing
Jogging in place...life and all this shit has suddenly slowed my movement
No way to improve shi*..or look at new shi* ...life's short and so are improvements
Head in the clouds...brains riding the air.. to bad..steps are cut short on the stairs
What a state of affairs...nothing of good fortune .."no legs" playing "musical chairs"
Must not hear all my prayers...prove myself ...that even the greatest fall
Wipe my eyes..put my hand in my mouth..to achieve the bitter taste of salt
Life is at a fault...while mine is at a hault..keep moving just to let my pen jot
Ink through the tip..from the same hand that was on the corner selling rocks
On blocks that wont stop to watch you succeed ..but freeze at the moment of downfall
I sit and wonder where the talents gone...our even ponder if there was any at all
Anything to begin with ...I sit and try and extinguish the drama and anguish
Not easily dealt with. .try and buckle down but usually just get the belt width
I've felt it...the reprecussions..the pain...dreaming of being blessed with concussions
A coma at best...fully loading the three eight and playing roulette without Russians..
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Originally Posted by N-Demik
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