Random thoughts of an insomniac

Looking down at my hands I don't know who I am anymore.

With eyes soft like silent bleeding rain.

upon a Hilltop, I hear the memories, oh how they ring.

It's soothing takes my mind off this solemn numbing decay

It's so pathetic, being blind was my happiness.

Now the days grim, I feel that I am falling astray

I say it over and over in my head

It doesn't bother me that you all went away

It doesn't bother me, it doesn't bother me at all.

Visions always swept up in my brain but I can't see them

I have the stomach, but I know that I dont have the heart

This blurring mess that suffocates every one of my thoughts

Constant reminder that my pain is my living art

I always start when I know that I cant  finish.

I'm not afraid to lose, I'm not afraid to fall

I always start when I know I can't finish but atleast I can say that I tried...