Canyon Country, CA
So you think I sleep...(ha, ha),
how wrongly mistaken you are.
I could trick you if I wanted-
I could close my eyes and breath heavily,
and you'd be none the wiser.
But, please...explain to me the reason for my
Look into my lusterless, squinted eyes
and tell me what
secrets you see buried in the pained pupils.
I need to know.
When others are snoring and exploring the twisted corridors
of their subconscious, I lie in a dazed, horizontal position,
trying to lure my hyper cerebrum into oblivion.
But, no, I am forced to review my life in such detail
that the happy moments become tedious monotonous periods
which I suddenly loathe and blame for my restless,
writhing state of mind.
Condemned as I am, a small flint of desperate hope eternally
thrives for the day when forever more I can close my lids
to find darkness.
~*~ ^i^ ~*~ Love is such a lonely art, and death is but a taste. Minds are merely instruments that often go to waste! ~*~ ^i^ ~*~