Body is drunk, soul is dry ,
pouring whiskey down the throat ain’t giving it a high .
What do i do?
Sleep won’t intoxicate the darkness within,
for dreams have left the gates, feeling tired of waiting for insomnia to be over.
Now nightmares are queuing up,
to push the soul in valleys of anxiety
Beautiful, but sad
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