Insomnia, involuntary friend
which kisses shaded eyes
and darkness becomes lighter...
and dreams that never come to true
make feel you sorrow out through…
The silent hours stretch like year,
And every thought a sharpened spear.
The moon - my witness, pale and still,
For heart that ache beneaths its chill.
Whispers I hear with one ruthless claim,
They bring me headache without relief
Each shadow holds a forgotten name,
each breath - a prayer without belief.
So here I lie, between the worlds,
where night’s embrace both heals and hurts.
Insomnia, my somber guest —
in your realm all illusions rest.
Chorus:
Oh, endless night, you hold me tight,
A prisoner 'till morning light'.
I'm chasing ghosts inside my head
Insomnia, i've been trapped
Insomnia
© Copyright: Анна Крейнина, 2026
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