F**k sleep,
I will rather get a grip
on my own reality.
Than dream of a fantasy,
that derives from my own
unforsaken entity.
Like a title, without a name:
like a rhyme, without words
Million efforts, but all in vain:
when faith or love witdholds.
Hurt my soul, rumble through my mind
kill memories and all that keeps me blind.
Leave the laughter, but no remorse
open my eyes, and open the doors.
2011/06/24
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