An insomniac’s trippy nights

I look into the darkness and observe my thoughts; she mocks me- they’re so hasty

My ego has taken over a once naked body, and allowed it to feel feelings, wants, and urges, all of which scar my soul.

My soul, it’s barely there; it’s too caught up in “living” in trying to understand the nothingness of silly truth.

I’m starving for something different something new, but the only thing this body I’m trapped in allows to happen is an aching stomach.

My eyes beg to close, to sleep, to continue the triviality of the fading stars; still, my mind of too caught up in the blackness it sees to think about anything but a light I wouldn’t understand.

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