Black Melancholy
14/5/12
Memoirs of a narcoleptic
Rainy lights around me,
your voice echoing in the distance,
my body moving by pure inertia...
Always at your side,
but I'm never really there.
Weak body parts cry in sorrow,
the lost mind tries its best,
but it's hopeless, let it sleep.
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