Sinuses battle Sleep Deprivation

Outside the window drip,

drip,

dripping rain

Inside every single vein the drum,

drum,

drumming pressure looms

And inside my head the constant nagging pain

Locked amid sorrow and this sleepless drain

And this awful tight fisted grip,

grip,

gripping sense of doom

Trapped in this spin cycled room

Madly going round,

And round

And quickly round my brain

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