INSOMNIA (bessonica)

It's already morning and I still cannot fall asleep
Don't know if I should howl or cry or drink quicksilver
The day burns with it's rays a stamp on my skin
showing me that I am one of them, of human kind

That comes a surprise I didn't know that things are that bad
Is the gun-poweder tender and soot is white?
Cannot believe that there is my place in one of those rows
I do not know what's wrong here but I can smell a trouble...

written by atmoravi
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from record CHERTOPOLOH