Insomnia is the crow of 'Never-ending"
Stealing time and tearing it apart
Devouring sugar plum dreams from my mouth,
It's leather beak tearing mercilessly against my frozen insides
that now lounge like a cat, cool and pink against the mattress,
Purring against my legs in the middle of a cigarette
Where I lay and categorize the different shades of shadows
Running amok like kid-sisters of terror high on midnight.
Insomnia likes to twist his beady eyes in my direction
Around the time when eyelids look like the picture of God might lay behind them,
Becoming my newest devil
Hiding something divine
And turning me awake again with claws
Brighter that the whitest roses
I keep hidden in the hearts
Of a lover every now and again.
If these sheets could talk
Only you and God will ever know just what they say.
Because I'm too busy aching
Alone and broken by myself
Crying out for a morning that burns
In my throat,
Seeking retribution on a night
That has stolen time
And signed the note with
I love you.
