The Sick Rose
O Rose, thou art sick
The Invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of Crimson joy;
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
- William Blake
Much better today - I'm in a good mood and looking forward to work tonight.
What am I saying? *checks temperature*
I don't understand why, but I'm not going to question it today. I'll just go to work, try to have some fun and perhaps freak a few normals, flirt with a few ladies, then enjoy the walk home. Leaving Sunset Transit Center at 11:00 at night instead of 10:00 is interesting. The streets are quieter, the air is crisp, there's fog in the air and the night is full of lovely sounds. Oh yeah.
Insomnia
Lying abed
thoughts racing
Temper
Tension
Sleeplessness
Bluehot images
Bursting
Fierce incandescence
Afterimage
Muscle spasm
Tense tearful awakening
Labored breathing
Lying abed still
Darkling silence
Beside me
A few strands
of fine silky hair
fall across
your eyes as
You sleep.
Ack. Still needs work. Ideas, anyone?
The Invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of Crimson joy;
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
- William Blake
Much better today - I'm in a good mood and looking forward to work tonight.
What am I saying? *checks temperature*
I don't understand why, but I'm not going to question it today. I'll just go to work, try to have some fun and perhaps freak a few normals, flirt with a few ladies, then enjoy the walk home. Leaving Sunset Transit Center at 11:00 at night instead of 10:00 is interesting. The streets are quieter, the air is crisp, there's fog in the air and the night is full of lovely sounds. Oh yeah.
Insomnia
Lying abed
thoughts racing
Temper
Tension
Sleeplessness
Bluehot images
Bursting
Fierce incandescence
Afterimage
Muscle spasm
Tense tearful awakening
Labored breathing
Lying abed still
Darkling silence
Beside me
A few strands
of fine silky hair
fall across
your eyes as
You sleep.
Ack. Still needs work. Ideas, anyone?