Photo by Taras Bulba

There is a ruckus in madhouse ongoing

where insomnia wearing robes of guilt is crooning

some high pitched melody that’s darker than ebony

as pain pounds the table for another glass of crazy 

waiting to be refilled, while tiredness dressed in puffy

shadows has walked in, now slow dancing seductively, 

she wants to take you to bed to have her way with…

and darling it’s a madhouse, so why don’t you give in?

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