Insomniac
Location
3:57
odd time
to be a-
wake.
I lay slowly,
adrifting away-
awake.
the Insomniac beat... yes it
benches and bangs,
an anvil god's trinkets and toys
bring pain-
much pain. oh!- you-
Aphrodite-
Queen of Misery. What must I say-
for I am in your mercy.
Foulest trickery ImparTs your anger,
sharp daggers, the candor of mute stranglers
descend upon and anchor roughly tonight
here inside.
I tear-
I tear-
I am torn.
what more than a minute I have spent in Guilt,
becomes hours,
perhaps years,
I know not,
I can not,
perhaps---amend?
For words of yours breath life to mine
And take life from me
as -well.