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Can't Sleep

Can’t sleep
Can’t wake up
 
I’ve been rendered
A title on my forehead
Rather than dead
 
States I’m alive
I’d rather not be
But I can’t play dead
How disappointing
 
Can’t sleep
My mind is weary
And thoughts rage on
I’ve been so angry
But words integrate
and mend my fears
 
What a nice tongue
These serpents speak with
Telling me how to feel
But violently lashing at me
 
Shut you out
I can’t help my positivity
Positivity killing you
 
My certainty rides on lightening
and splits you at the roots
 
Just walk away
Kill your thoughts
And never speak again

(2012)

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