insomoniac diaries

After 37 hours I've stopped counting,..
and the idea of Sleep has become an
Obscure Dream that is (mostly) A Nightmare
in My Head.

The Clock is getting louder by the
Second. It's ticking like Gun Shots
waging War Against My Heart, to see
which of the two will Cease Fire and
Grow Silent first.

I'm beginning to come to the conclusion
that :The Voices are the Only Thing Keeping
Me Sane. (and of course I'm Crazy for
Believing this.) The only thing honest in
my Life that paints a picture of Reality as
it IS, instead of what it should be.

When I say the voices, it's only appropriate
that I should clarify further and say My Voices.
Because they are sincerely "My Voices."...
reflections of my own voice speaking to me
in a roar that sounds like an audience filled with
versions of myself,..and I play into the audience
like a mere whisper that is constantly drowned
out by the roar of the crowd.