Insomnia Addict

 World muted,Loud tunes.Smoke in the air, gas fumes....White clouds,black thoughts.Segrageted mind, Rasicts scenes playing in my head, they never stop...Room filled with the aroma, paranoia at it's finest slipping me in a coma...Pen in my hand recording fact from his owner...The Loner...The drug addicted, mind convicted, satisfied by the pack that keeps the elders itchin, Society lables as "Stoners",

My eyes are closed, but the pen is still drifiting...My head is lifted, they read but won't understand what I wrote, but still manage to tell me I'm gifted.

I speak through the pen, live life on this page...up for days, cause sleep is my worst nightmare. Insomnia at her first stage....