Rub my hands over my eyes
and sleep is something I need
but don't want
one day
I know
I'll finally get enough
maybe then
my dreams won't haunt me
into insomnia
fear of what my subconscious
will cook up
recipes of sick, acrid tar
(like)
daydreams gone wrong
vividly doing the inane
until something BIG
and dangerous sticks in
suddnely it's all nightmares
every night
Author notes
Wow, did this seem so much better at 1:00 am...
Written April 27th, 2005
