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Insomia by Rafael Lagatic

I stare at the wall, at the window, at nothing
On the blank space of the ceilIng, looking for nothing
Sitting in the corner of my room
My eyes grows weary, hoping it would close forever
Hoping Sandman visit me along with his dust
Hope I could die just this time, just this moment
So I could wake up on Nightmare's dream
Anything I could have, death or nightmare

My soul rejects insanity through Silence
That silence that keeps me alive

Hope I could die


My eyes were swollen from tears of nothing

Lift me from below
From down under
From the spirits of long ago

Redeem me from the life that I grew tired with

Maybe this is what you called the course of living....

Insomia....
Insomia..........
Insomia....................

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