> thy mistress' name is
Insomnia; Thy Mistress is cruel and wicked. for chaining thine eyelids to thy brow. let not thy mind be silent and restful instead of the non-stop influx-barrageflow of non-thoughts and barren nothingness clouding thy mindscape with a gentle hum of a blind hummingbird flapping whispers into the nightwinds duststorm in a frenzy clouds threatening to rain hard. but they do not.
Insomnia; Thy Mistress is kind and loving. for providing an angel of love; fast asleep but alive and tender in thine heart honoring a boon of unparalleled paradise to a hollowed-man once again filled with hope and childhood abandonment for the night and the smile of the crescent moon. twinkle in thine eyes seeing thru the mirage of falsefutures molding a manboy shaping the peace within long since forsaken. and she cradles thee such with tenderness it breaks my bones.
Insomnia; Thy Mistress is naughty and mischevious. for turning night unto day and sunshine into moonbeams. hearing the sounds of the morning people before i lay down and welcoming my eyes open with the frenzied hustle of the evening drone. and she does it with a crooked-smile so sweet you cide her not.
Insomnia; Thy Mistress, Thy Jailer, Thy Lover, Thy Jester. grant me a respite and have pity on thy soul.
one never treasures sleep until itz left you.
Insomnia; Thy Mistress is kind and loving. for providing an angel of love; fast asleep but alive and tender in thine heart honoring a boon of unparalleled paradise to a hollowed-man once again filled with hope and childhood abandonment for the night and the smile of the crescent moon. twinkle in thine eyes seeing thru the mirage of falsefutures molding a manboy shaping the peace within long since forsaken. and she cradles thee such with tenderness it breaks my bones.
Insomnia; Thy Mistress is naughty and mischevious. for turning night unto day and sunshine into moonbeams. hearing the sounds of the morning people before i lay down and welcoming my eyes open with the frenzied hustle of the evening drone. and she does it with a crooked-smile so sweet you cide her not.
Insomnia; Thy Mistress, Thy Jailer, Thy Lover, Thy Jester. grant me a respite and have pity on thy soul.
one never treasures sleep until itz left you.
