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An Insomniac's Dream Manic Night becomes day All my thoughts are scattered All colors escape my vision I’m living in an insomniac’s dream My eyes see only black and white Nomadic wanderings Clarity gone Manic Fighting Sanity lost Hope all but forgotten Love, who knows what it could have been Life is dancing, like a hellish tango Daunting my partner is no more My soul is a pilgrim Alone once more Fighting Tis death It has found me Beating down any door Looking for its prize, its claim Waiting to clutch my mere mortality Its cold hand searching for a grip Anxiously awaiting My time has come Tis Death
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