Insomnia
A blue LED set mood lighting - and played stupendously with the moon lighting.
It was a calm hue that made my heavy eyes move - tightening.
I felt too bided to fight it but my agitation soon heightened.
The back patio wouldve of been illuminated but the Oaks stood like obtuse giants
- casting shadows on half the deck. My imagination's outclassed itself -
Filling the outside with woods and wolves and assassin's steps.
Anything thats casting death, each gasp and belch - feeling that obsessed.
Old saw logs was at it again - and I was going to snap that neck
and call it an accident...but then I'd be stuck using my hand.
I dont want my palm going bushy Magilla while im apeshit glued in this jam.
She tosses and kicks, spittle falls off the lips and flows into my own hand.
Even the Egyptian cat kneading can't save me in this tomb of the damned.
What do I do in the span of time until the sun is shining?
My fucking eyelids want to shut down - but the walls give me too much excitement.
It's easy to lie - on my back - quiet while keeping feelings inside.
If I dont smash the vehicle - then I guess I'll sleep when I die.