My eyelids see only orange.
High pitch screeches and intense buzzing.
Backfiring and Sirens.
The occasional shout from insomniacs.
My eyelids see only orange.
My brain pushes through my skull.
Roasting in an oven of fabric and feathers.
Rustling fingers of green, taunted, tortured and tormented by an unseen hand.
My eyelids see only orange.
Darkness doesn't exist in this room.
Silence cannot be kept at bay.
Every sound causes another disruptive thought.
I cannot sleep.
My eyelids see only orange.
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