insomnia~

insomnia~

A Poem by skeletalmartyr

The asylum latches my lunges to chains of a rusted anchor. 
The insomnia keeps the 
marrow in my bones from wandering.
to the martyrs recreating scaffolding, 
I am not a skeletal army of glass ribcages. 
But you are a window that can be seen,
not touched. 

© 2012 skeletalmartyr


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Added on November 12, 2012
Last Updated on November 12, 2012
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Decaying Crypt, FL



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