domingo, 18 de diciembre de 2016

I lay still, staring into nothing,
Trying to make peace,
with these voices in my head.
Begging them to shut down for a while,
so I can rest.
Promising them some other night,
but that doesn't help.
And all I can hear now
is a white noise in this blackout...

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