Oh, insomnia why do you torture me you beautiful creature
Such beautiful features, at least you allow me to enjoy this time which is peaceful
No distractions or echoes as I lecture myself
Sometimes when hunger strikes I explore kitchen shelves
A lovely time, sleep I may not request
It was said that “sleep is the cousin of death”
Thank you dark skies and radiant screen
Eyes are nocturnal, no tears to include in the stream
Should I shut eye or indulge in this bliss?
Think I’ll stay up a bit longer and give the sunrise a kiss
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