My dreams are empty;
So much like my soul
Fighting to reach the top,
but always short of the goal
Cold, separated and vacant;
This body in which I dwell
Weakened by my failures,
An empty void of a shell
I awake from my sleeplessness,
now a zombie by day
Useless to my world;
nothing more to say
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Insomniac's Dream
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