Eternal Sands of Traveler

Late Night Self-Talk [Poem]

(Mild Cussing Warning)
Here I sit,
It's 2:26 AM,
I've read those strange, yet interesting things they write.
I should be sleeping,
Though here I am,
Writing this poem,
Singing Sanity's song,
While I sit in lack of sleep,
The dead weight of my eyes
Is all I can experience.
A soldier, poet and a king are said to roam,
And in an oligarchy I wish they to be.
However my knowledge isn't great,
I'm no Odin,
Haven't sold an eye for another title.
Deception, Death, and Energy,
Combined into one is,
A great trio,
Greatest I've ever had.
That magnitude,
He really is a scar made of deceit.
I can't help but think about 4 people many times over,
There's a Beetle
A Bee,
My Reminder,
And a whole other worldy mess of a multi minded being.
The coughs of anger providing me happiness,
Is the tale of a Hydra all mythos,
Or can she prove to be fully true?
The mind I have is great,
It's wonderful isn't it?
There's so many bats out there,
Only few to rule over them all.
Poseidon is said to be the king of the gods,
But there's a king of kings too.
The Greeks once said,
In each sunset is a competition of gods,
And if my blood runs dry,
Then it's me being painted as Poseidon in the sunset.
As I pass my insomniac limit,
I must say,
I'm doomed,
The world is lacking safety anymore,
I'd pay a price for such a thing if I could,
But.. for it does not exist,
There is no price to pay.
Anymore you can't even say what you wish to,
And as my understanding and observation of the world around me increases at a rapid rate,
I realize,
We're all not alone.
You are being watched,
By many eyes,
Every darn second.
Though one,
One of many minds collected together,
Observe more than any other.
They can easily sneak past defenses,
So be warned of a sneaky watcher.
While there is Watchful Eye,
They aren't recognized by many,
Not even by the strange diamond eyes.
L.N.S-T - #1 closing.