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Insomnia
...as the night took of the day
she lay robbed of her sleep
clock ticking loudly
echoing in the dark
inaudible male voices
seep through
her spirit box
broken tones
play as tunes
So sick of love songs
the smell of cigarettes faintly linger
In the air
A whiskey bottle
on her night stand
sat empty,
"So tired of tears"
Her eyes stare off
into the unknown
...this dark Knight
Stole her light
A thief
that
haunts her through
the night.
ArtWork: Nico Vrielink
© Phoenix
she lay robbed of her sleep
clock ticking loudly
echoing in the dark
inaudible male voices
seep through
her spirit box
broken tones
play as tunes
So sick of love songs
the smell of cigarettes faintly linger
In the air
A whiskey bottle
on her night stand
sat empty,
"So tired of tears"
Her eyes stare off
into the unknown
...this dark Knight
Stole her light
A thief
that
haunts her through
the night.
ArtWork: Nico Vrielink
© Phoenix
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