Raz
Bluelighter
:it's the rubber johnny sound of
fingers dragging across the tight balloon
of your consciousness
eyes boring holes
deeper into the yawning black:
:you've invented too much
for your mind to want
there's no way to slow down
no way to stop
the sweat comes now
and the bedsheets stick
there is no comfort
you're vaguely sick
you're tired but simultaneously
wired awake
sleep is an idea
that just won't take:
:your claustrophobe skull
grows wounds and anxiety
until daylight comes
to steal the night one more time
from the insomniak:
fingers dragging across the tight balloon
of your consciousness
eyes boring holes
deeper into the yawning black:
:you've invented too much
for your mind to want
there's no way to slow down
no way to stop
the sweat comes now
and the bedsheets stick
there is no comfort
you're vaguely sick
you're tired but simultaneously
wired awake
sleep is an idea
that just won't take:
:your claustrophobe skull
grows wounds and anxiety
until daylight comes
to steal the night one more time
from the insomniak:
