insomnia [Theme] Page 2

It's all because I think about sleep and not sleeping! But how can I be, if I think about that I don't sleep when they should sleep.

I can't sleep. To light a candle?
Yes, but no matches.
The whole world is silent and I am silent,
Look at the moonlight.
And think: how many eyes
In the same silence,
In the same calm, bright hour
Looking to the moon.
How boring it must be to sail
Head over to we,
Someone else's window silvering
And to see so many eyes.
Hundred years, a hundred years ago,
And the world is all one
Dogs bark, Yes you look
Dreamers of the window.

All fell asleep. Sleep strip
Crossed night bottom.
Sleeps Moscow. Sleeps Z,
Become a twig long ago.
Sleeping growing blister on the skin
Sleeping in the stomach "Theraflu"...
Why, dear God,
I'm the only one awake?
Why, Oh dear,
I'm staring sleepy eyes,
Everyone is looking for in a dream there is strength
LAZ, but hidden here?

Insomnia in the train - a thing lousy.

Night trains may be different: sometimes I really want to sleep, and at other times during the night and never get a wink.

Whether insomnia, or nonsense,
Maybe we need to get some sleep...
Maybe we are sleeping and we all dream of
And time flows into the empty eye sockets.
Whether insomnia, or nonsense,
Maybe we need to get some sleep...
Maybe we are sleeping and we all dream about it.

In the eyes of dream and dreamer...
Like dead, pale
Short-sighted in the window of the house
Looks yellow moon;
Weird confusing items
The angularity of the shadows
Tolokonov dust light
Wanders into my room.

If you want to achieve results, it is sometimes necessary to sacrifice sleep.

He made coffee to insomnia had a natural explanation.

Let free will is only a weak blade of grass, but she stands up for herself, she declares fearlessly and firmly that it would never take among their children stupid oblivion, for sleep weaker than castrated males. Insomnia depletes the flesh, shorten the way to the grave, so now I feel the smell of the cypresses of the cemetery, so, but still, your Highness labyrinth of my mind will never give their Holy places to the eyes of the Creator.

It is not necessary to complain that you're sleeping three or four hours, only because all my life I lived with the stupid belief that a person of these watches is supposed eight or nine.

- Yesterday I stole a healing bracelet.
- What a terrible tragedy! The thief should be hanged, to resurrect and re-hang!
- I wanted to ask for a sleeping potion.
- A sleeping potion? And sheep to count not tried?

In cells of stone, like animals,
People rushing from boredom,
Nothing, nobody believing
Alone just close.

The roar of a beast in the night motor -
New Russian somewhere rushes,
Like a pack of feral dogs
Your dream breaks into pieces in the night.