My new poem...

[handsunclean]

Black Bar Codes

He's a miracle in motion
All oddstacked high against
Higher than he was
The white lines leading to black bars
To terrified to tire
Sleep comes only with a grave
Always chasing the next high
Only to be petrified with periphinalia
His melencholy madness
Leads to more deprivation
His marmalade rays shine through
Through his glazed exhausted eyes
His heart is still his talent
What I missed the most
During the seven days of sleeplessness
Was his smile and eyes
His eyes tell his story
His smile shares his gratitude for life