sleepless nights:
Sleepless nights? Count sheep they said. I don't see the sheep, so I count these demons in my head. Hear my screams, caused by things not seen. See me bleed, self inflicted injuries. Sunken eyes, left to cry. Memories are so dark. I just want to die. Life collapsed as time just passed me by. Burn my skin, watch me melt. Take my nails, gauge my eyes out. Falling down upon the stone. Send this hollow point through my memory dome.
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