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I'm thinking so hard
that i can hardly sleep
don't you think i'm too young
for this type of anxiety
words and images
phrases and broken clauses
all focusing on one thing
the perfection of all flaws
Nit-picking details
the finer points of the big picture
erasing
re-tracing
and
all my sins remembered
insomniac brain
body tells me
lights off
suns down
maybe girl
it should be time to sleep
but
fractional ideas
songs with no titles
and
dreams with only a begginning
no middle
and just a tradgic end
tradgic i say
dear ophelia
To be or not to be
seems like sleep
but could it be a frightful dream
its time to sleep away reality
let reality be my dreams
thats when i'll know
who i am
and where i've been
for all but suicide
my concious will make cowards
while standing up to being
I'll die fighting
Fighting for the chance to sleep
the chance for a less tradgic ending
than all my trainwrecked dreams
I'll go out in style
the day i close my eyes
let anxiety slip away
let the string of my restlessness
fly away
frayed
You know I'll die fighting
while everyone else
Will die for fame