Sleep, sleep
Where do you go?
When I need some
I can't find you
Yet, when it's not
Your time
You have plenty to show
Elusive around eleven
Rather pop in
At three thirty
Fuck my whole
Day up
But, don't you care
It's not your worry
Sometimes
It's my fault
Because I fight
The thoughts
You bring
Other times
It's because
When boring people
Sleep
The world's
Much more exciting
It's you, it's me
Enh, who can we blame?
One thing
We can agree upon....
I'm not fully sane
Normal people
Aren't comforted
By nausea
In their stomach
To physically hurt
Shouldn't be wanted
WHAT THE FUCK SLEEP!!!
I blame you and say...
Who's fault is it truly,
These ridiculous thoughts
That I put upon this page
©lunabrosla
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