Can't sleep,
Mind a tightly-wound spring

Thoughts rush though
My head
As water through a stream

Bored
Restless
Sleep last thing on
My mind

Stream of consciousness
Now...

By morning none
Of this

Will make much sense

If any at all.

The clock ticks...

Slicing days into
Hours into
Minutes into
Seconds

I walk the edge

The thin razor
Cutting my soul
As I stride upon 
Its gleaming edge.

The line between
Sanity and madness

Brilliance and nonsense

A masterpiece and
Useless
Worthless
Trash

The night begins
To bleed

The clock slicing

Night into day

The pieces of

Darkness
Fall sway to

Light

As the strange
Man

Typing cryptic, eerie
Phrases

Bids goodnight.

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