Psychoaffective

Something for nothing, nothing for free

I think I’ve gone insane

All of these voices torturing me

How did I get this way

Under the covers, searching for sleep

Insomnia is my burden

Futile endeavour, dangerous dreams

Looking for hope abandoned

Eerie dark hallways, cold empty rooms

A house is a home is a prison

Future is creeping up on us soon

Must it be so uncertain

So many questions, so many lies

Where are the answers, the truths

I see them all hiding in my crazy mind

Laughing and still unused.

Reviews

[Autonomous]

Nice, I remember the days of Insomnia. Well more like I was a kid either afraid of the dark or afraid that Toonami wouldn't come on Saturdays. Guess which nightmare became a reality. (Well, Toonami came back and I sleep fine nowadays. Although Toonami will never be the same.) Sorry my mind tends to wander, anyway great story keep up the great work.