The Sandman Is Out Of Town
Drowsy, unconventional feelings of despair.
Annoyance of not having the ability to drift...
to float...
to sleep...
Fingers are able to move and squirm, but the body feels like solid stone.
entrapped in ice forever...
...with purple half-moons under the eyes.
The mental notes of everything that happens...
have happened...
will happen...
Racing by at the speed of sound
Blood pumping, pounding through the veins in the mind
The brain explodes with a tsunami of thoughts
UNIMPORTANT
NON-EXISTANT
ILLOGICAL THOUGHTS!
....The Sandman Is Out Of Town....
And I'm Here To Suffer The Night Alone.....
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