The darkness under her dead eyes,
The tossing and turning throughout the night,
All leads to the abandonment of Sleep,
Just like Hope and Love did.
She was nothing but a creature made of atoms designed for humans.
She stared at the ceiling,
Letting the darkness spread around her.
There was nothing she could do,
But succumb to the fate of Insomnia.
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ПоэзияIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
