Silhouettes
Whispers of Sleepless Shadows: A Battle Within
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If I don't fall asleep tonight, I think I'll lose my fucking mind
If sleep eludes me tonight, my mental stability is at risk
I close my eyes and try to fade (But respite never comes)
Attempting to escape into sleep, but no relief comes
I wish I could silence my mind and all these thoughts of what's behind
Desire to quiet the mind and suppress thoughts of the past
But they're part of me I'm afraid (No changing what's been done)
Unable to change or escape the integral part of oneself that is haunted by the past
I am haunted by thoughts of sleep
Tormented by thoughts preventing sleep
I've lost touch with what is real
Feeling disconnected from reality
And I can never quite remember how it felt to be alive
Struggling to recall the sensations of being alive
All these days just bleed together
Days blend together in a monotonous, unremarkable manner
There's no use lying, I'm through with trying, so bury me and say goodbye
Admitting defeat, expressing a willingness to embrace death
Try as I might I can't explain
Difficulty explaining the inner turmoil
But every single attempt is in vain
Every attempt to explain proves futile
And I hear voices all around, but when they speak they make no sound
Hearing voices without meaningful communication
Is their temptation really there? (Or are these thoughts my own?)
Questioning the source of temptation and the origin of disturbing thoughts
And sometimes I see silhouettes, they're just the ghosts of past regrets
Encountering lingering shadows of past mistakes and regrets
Their watchful eyes are everywhere (I'm never really alone)
Feeling under constant scrutiny, never truly alone
I've lost touch with what is real
Continued sense of disconnection from reality
And I can never quite remember how it felt to be alive
Struggling to remember the essence of being alive
All these days just bleed together
Days blending together with no distinct experiences
There's no use lying, I'm through with trying, so bury me and say goodbye
Resigned to the idea of death, expressing a final farewell
I can hear it calling me:
Hearing a compelling call towards a tempting voice
A voice so tempting cries out gently and begs for me to set it free
The tempting voice pleading to be set free
I can only fight only fight for so long
Struggling against the tempting voice but acknowledging limitations
As it compels me and overwhelms me and takes control of everything
The tempting voice gaining control and overwhelming the individual
I am haunted by thoughts of sleep
Persisting haunting thoughts preventing rest
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