insomnia

i battle with thoughts
in a valhalla
that i created
while living in my own
abandoned house

today
is just like any other day

the first breath stolen from the morning
chills my alveoli
the november frost
travels through my bloodstream
warms my heart
and is excreted sighing

a mirror will tell stories
of sanguine eyes
drenched in blood
from dreaming

those same eyes
still choose to ignore it