Sleep threatens my world to end
this ever present nightmare
mind full of thoughtless rubbish
into the darkness my eyes stare
thoughts colliding
mind exploding
thrown into this nightmare
pain leaks to fill my rips
the rips then tear apart
waterfalls of myself cascade out
in a red torrent of art
help is a needle
gathered waterfalls drift blindly
sleep taunts my mind
and the haystack is the sea
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