Sleepless Agony

Another night,
I can barely sleep
If I die before I wake
Let whatever God may
Leave me in a purgatory state
At least it's somewhere and something
That I can actually relate

I'm not overworked
But it's enough
Tired, angry,
Sweet talk oblivion
then get bored
because it's too easy to control
and I get afraid of what thoughts
I can conjure up,
lose grip and forget
on who really channels who
While the visions all around
Crawl to the darkest corner in the room

Taking caffeine every morning
to get myself in the mood
to see the world other than grey
And when I do I set the world ablaze
with technicolor vibrancy
Finding comfort in every hell I stay
But In the end
I need enough drugs
to drop a giant to fall asleep peacefully
Then I dream
of landscapes..
that M.C.Esher and Dali could get lost in easily.

People are nothing more than creativity.
But still I wonder
if that drink tastes like victory
Or if that kiss you stole from me
Seeps my pain on your every breath
Don't feel bad for the snake
His venom
is something only he can take.

And when I look into a mirror
It's always hazy, foggy,
And covered in water
The Vapor and pressure
when I touch it with my fingers
Vibrates
My fingerprints drip pastels and I'm crying acrylic tears all over the counter
It's beautiful like when watercolors splash across the canvas

I Fingerpaint my face...