confessions of an insomniac

[incorrectlymade]

your face still stains my thoughts
my lips taste of your dead mouth
i saw your eyes glase over
and they're still staring at me
i can hear your cries for help
but no one else is listening
i remember running down your stairs
falling half way down
driving to my apartment
and running through my door
i had forgotten what you tasted like
now i will remember forever
they'll find you in the morning
and then they'll truly see you