Please speak softly to me.
The ache begins like a
bullet to the back of my brain.
Oh, hell, could you turn the
lights down, the light shoots
poisonous darts into my eyeballs.
What? Are you kidding?
Im laughing, hee,hee, as I cry.
Tears of joy, Tears of pain
Both are King of my Domain.
Like water in a light socket
or a boney ass on hard ice,
They are my love(to hate) and my vice.
Ok, calm down. I need to rest.
It's so vital to the smallest detail,
that I welcome the lulluby of the darkness.
Still, in my wakefullness, gentle, smoothe hands
caress me down, into sleep by way of sadness.
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