lights out…
darkness comes again,
and as the last candle melts its wax,
with every breath shallower in the night,
there is nothing left for me to do but,
wait in muted stillness…
Waiting for illusive sleep…
an insomniac’s scratch paper of lunatic ravings, maniacal obsessions, pathetic pleadings, sick desires and morbid realizations…
What does a scanner see? Does it see into me? Into us? Clearly or darkly? - Peter D. King
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We all feel darkness once in a while, but I’m sure silence and serenity will take away your mind from things.
that looks like someone dumping you on bleeding heart’s day
And I was not able to blow it out in order to save her for another occasion. She left me, but a brilliant man, I confess, I simply had none breathe to breathe her left again.
I was fraught and friveled by the minds of insight, no longer I able to run and or to fight. I am not alone, but doest thou see me myself… I am greatly disputed of my immortal disponce, I can nolonger shallow my reef. Gorgivness is much appreciated, …