The walls, silent walls listen
to the songs of your angst
the darn walls do not even applaud
they sit still, not even apprehensive
that you will breakdown -
the darn walls
the mosquitoes fly by with sick oblivion
seeking your blood as they you are their ranch
and their annoying whir - god their annoying whir
sickens you to your stomach
they rob you the little sleep you are bargaining for
the sleep you've bargained for six hours
and now dawn is here
the alarm does not raise you -
you raise the alarm
and the alarm snoozes you
because you are tired,
tired of thinking - tired of dawns
that bring nothing but weary dreams
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