BY: Joshua J. Johnson 12 SEP 99
There's a spider on the wall
As my skin begins to crawl
Pull the covers tight
As I prepare for this night
Voices in my head
Can't make them go away
Am I living, am I dead?
Close my eyes and pray
Shadows in the darkness
I know I heard a voice
Paranoia takes its hold
My skin an icy cold
Eyes that burn
Bloody red
Mind gone numb
Visions in my head
Cold white eyes
Stare at me from the dark
Everything around me
Slowly comes to life
The sound of my own breath
Enough to jump-start my heart
My fingers dig my own flesh
Growing anticipation of death
My mind on the edge of collapse
as the first ray of sunlight
pierces my blinds
Slowly the evils of night fade
and reality once again takes its grip
Yet another night without sleep
I am insomniac
(c) Joshua J. Johnson, 1999
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