Oriana Raeo
Staring Into Nothing
Too long secluded to the lurid state of scrutinyMotionless though the thoughts keep pacingCounting on fingers that hold not a clue,Nor a hint of a distant murmur: "please let me sleep"At nightfall it's all the sameFigures weaving flawless deceptions of slumberClawing at eyelids that are far from clenchedA mute room has so much to tellBehold the comfort of a hazeIt's all for naught in this one
From Letras Mania