HELLO INSOMNIA
AN EMPTY SOUL IN A HOUSE OF HATE
TO EACH HIS OWN FOR HELL TO MAKE
TO HEAR THE RAGE AND SCREAMS OF HOME
WILL LEAVE YOU TIL YOU FEEL SO VERY ALONE
SEE MY EYES, I"VE GIVEN UP
I HAVE NO FUTURE TO SPEAK OF
HAVE NEVER KNOW THAT IRISH KINDA LUCK
YET IN THE AIR-MY UNWRITTEN FAITH
This poem is about:
Me