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I love the descriptions in this piece. It's very beautiful, and has a sort of dreamy quality to it. I also like how its written in second person, although you can clearly tell that it's talking more about the narrator than another person.
I'm sort of confused about the "and the feeling of drowning in your own blood" part. Why would they be drowning, or why would they feel like that?
I have to say, I really love this poem. I like how it plays with the concept of what insomnia feels like, and at the same time wanting to stay awake because you're afraid of the shapes in the darkness of your eyelids, and the idea that if you're all alone, who's to say you're still alive. Again, really great poem. Probably one of my favorites of yours :)