That come what may 💙

But everything around about her is as black as can be

And inside her silence is a sickening choir

As that terrible ticking tinnitus rises higher and higher

So she creeps up those corridors amidst the darkness of the night

That big old moon shines thru her skyline offering her some light

Yet so sad from sleeplessness she is too weary to even think

As teardrops drip from her weary eyes forcing her to blink

What is to become of this poor broken soul

Drifting off betwixt slumberland is her only goal

Alas insomnia is grounded and stands in her way