ode to an insane person
By Bigheadbob
Insomnia sets in, Reality blurs, People blink in and out. When in this state, There is no hate, Wollowing self pity. Two and a half weeks, It has been, Since i've got any sleep. Is it real, Or is it not, I am in to deep. Walking around, In a daze, Thinking about my sh*t. Not being able, To fall asleep, And dream my pain away. Psychosis cames next, With a bit of schizophrenia, Imaginary friends come out. John comes up, And starts to talk, Blah, blah blah, blah blah. He disappears, Into my mind, And talks to me some more. John is back, He has a gun, Or is it I that has a gun. He starts to kill, All around, Leaving them for dead. Was it real, Or was it not, Am in jail, or am I not. If it was john, That did all this, Then why am I in jail. Not being able, To remember that day, Two faithful years ago. I tried to stop him, But no one knows that, For they're not in my mind. Was it real, Or was it not, Am in jail, or am I not. Am I sitting, There with you, Alone in your living room. Talking and talking, About my life, That I live with no sleep. I doubt it. Written March 19th, 2002 © on Mar 19 2002 01:53 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Insomnia sets in,..."