Sleep comes to those deserving of rest... I lie in darkness with my eyes closed just to see a fire that is brighter than the sun... Eyes pierce the walls of my heart, but never see the flames within... Never tormented, but solemnly tossed into a sea of complexity will my soul float along... Maybe this lack of slumber is my punishment for the dreams I have that want to become memories.
Reason for writing:
It wouldn't matter anyway...
Birth sign: Scorpio
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