|| Awake As All Fuck Can Allow
I have been day dreaming more often than dreaming during the night. Its probably my sleeping habits. I have been staying up until 2, 3, 4, 5...going to bed late, and rising early.
Some nights i dont sleep at all. Its becoming quite frightening.
I had a day dream a day or so ago...I got online a bit later, and wrote a poem about it. No edits as soon as I finished, or anything. I dont like altering after the moments gone.
.The Pyrotechnics Are Out For Blood.
heard the whistles blowing
Matches striking, match books getting thin
And the turning of a knob, the trials and failures of keys
I reached outward, griped, and turned to see
Fireworks spontaneously combusting outside my bedroom door
Violent and violet, they project too complex of trails of light
to follow with ones eyes
Anorexic wicks told me this could be the end
I could not see it coming, as the sparks aimed for my heart
Locked and loaded, the bullet exploded
Then it came, and I was possessed by a beam
Shining like the sun, I was a display of artifical light at its best
My whole body projected as an x-ray
My breaths turned seldom
I was gasping for the oxygen like I was lost in a bag
The pyrotechnics caused complications
My heart beated in blast off's, and i was left wondering
When would it end...?