Insomnia Of The Heart
I'm not sleeping these days.
My mind is under this darkened haze.
Where part of me is fine,
but the rest is cold and trapped inside.
We all fall for the trances.
We all dream of the chances.
Our hearts filled to the brim with light.
Visions dancing in the night.
Until interrupted by reality.
With our tender hearts left to suffer this fatality.
We hope for the hopeless.
Yet live in this brokenness.
The feelings of rapture.
Are impossible to recapture.
Once so pure, so in tune.
Left with no cure, never immune.
Will time heal this famine of light?
For now all I crave is to sleep tonight.
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