It's back.
I thought I killed it.
I thought I threw it away
with my knives.
It's back,
begging now more than ever.
"Just one more time," it says.
Just one last time.
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Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
An Infamous Visitor
It's back.
I thought I killed it.
I thought I threw it away
with my knives.
It's back,
begging now more than ever.
"Just one more time," it says.
Just one last time.
