566 – Insomnia

Old bones shining
In the evening light.

Silver needles
Piercing into madness.

When the first
Becomes the last.

The last
Is never here.

What is there to win?

What is there to lose?

Who is there to fight?

What should he confront?

Only the silence,
And the whisper
Of old demons
In the night.

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