4am snaps at my ankles As the smoke of my joint strangles my throat into a cough. The sky is closed for the night Silent and lonely like my abandoned sheets. My eyes refuse to rest My mind will not lay still For my heart beats and I am alive And sleep is a step from death And my soul is not ready to confront the skeletal hand of of its maker.
4am snaps at my ankles
As the smoke of my joint strangles my throat into a cough.
The sky is closed for the night
Silent and lonely like my abandoned sheets.
My eyes refuse to rest
My mind will not lay still
For my heart beats and I am alive
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Insomnia

4am snaps at my ankles As the smoke of my joint strangles my throat into a cough. The sky is closed for the night Silent and lonely like my abandoned sheets. My eyes refuse to rest My mind will not lay still For my heart beats and I am alive And sleep is a step from death And my soul is not ready to confront the skeletal hand of of its maker.

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