Madmen Telling TalesMature

Just something simple and to the point.

What happens when you don't sleep?

When you don't sleep you go mad,

And the madmen tell tales

Of the dreams that they've had,

Of the far away lands

Of much gold,

Which is just sand, and cannot be sold.

But when I sleep,

the nightmares taunt me,

they pull on the strings,

forever they wish to haunt me.

I am a being of the night,

Avoiding all slumber,

For someday soon,

As my eyes lay shut,

My humbled memories will revolt,

and I will cut.  

The End

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