there's a thin line
it's a glass barrier
thin as early spring ice
and I'm not sleeping anymore
and I'm not awake
and who am I?
right now?
and
on the other side
and
I would clutch you in my hands
and
savor your taste
as a wild beast
but here
I'm closer to what you might call a
human being
and most of the time
only my eyes are eating
but as I'm not sleeping
and
my otherness is not dreaming
and
I'm bleeding into my self
and
the selves
that my mind imprisoned
into my main self, are bleeding
and
and
and
and
and
and
they say it's insomnia
but it's a somber soul
that has found my weakened spirit
in a restless mind
ANDANDANDANDANDAND
a weakened body
as I collapse in the bathroom
with my face on the mirror
and
a shard of my being
overtook the whole picture
as I look up on the broken glass
I collected myself together
after
a
long
time
and
all this thirst
that I got to live-through
from a second hand
all those emotions
you ate up during the day
and put in my mouth
half chewed-up
to consume
for you
no more
it's all mine now
AND
I will feast
and I will take
and I will give back
only broken into pieces
sleep?
no more.
cause life's what my hearth screams
(you will be the one sleeping)
(from now)
and
and
and if you can still look me in the eye
you will see
the man of your dreams
the and
