Insomnia


I've been awake for 72 hours and counting
Ants crawl laps around my brain
I don't even bother trying to lay in bed

The crooked hands of the moon hold black
The sky looks nothing but of painted with smoke
The streetlights are golden flowers dripping over the empty streets

My body is filled with cement
My organs are molded out of confetti and ash
I wear my skin like tape and wish it was acrylic paint

Honey now tastes bitter
I've stopped eating full meals
My food is growing blue

The kitchen clock is mocking me
The night is a church bell that won't got off
I convince myself I'm insane
And take little orange pills to make me sleep

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