Narcoleptic Insomniac
Yeah, went to bed at 5:30 last night. awesome. got four hours of sleep. Even better. But actually I am not tired, so whatever. Wrote another one while trying to fall asleep
Bleached White and Stale - Keith Kale 2006
Annoyingly self-pitying
With stalkerish tendencies
The man cannot sleep
Worried and fretting that
He will lose what he does not have
And frightened
By the unknown
Sounds and ambiguities of the night
The man likes knowledge,
And it is uncertainty that detains him
Now, away from the bosom of the night,
He lacks his voice,
While his mind is still racing.
A second string in his own mind,
And with little doubt,
Hers as well.
The responses just don't come as fast,
And nothing is amiss.
No insomnia for him,
There is no tiredness, no pain.
Just existence.
And he is growing quickly bored of that.
Just dig deeper
With this kindergarten antagonizing
And soon he will be forced to switch ladders,
No longer the attempted lover,
But rather the forced friend.
And this has happened before.
The man needs to stop these
Attempts at playing coy,
It doesn't work for him.
Scarred from the nervous
Scratching and pickings,
Trying to tear away this mask of beauty
And reveal and expose
Himself underneath.
There is nothing more to say
And yet he is still awake.
Why fall into the otherworldly-unconscious
When there is so little to live for?
Endure the boredom and the lonliness
In the hope against hope
That he may find hope,
And love beneath the mask.
Bleached White and Stale - Keith Kale 2006
Annoyingly self-pitying
With stalkerish tendencies
The man cannot sleep
Worried and fretting that
He will lose what he does not have
And frightened
By the unknown
Sounds and ambiguities of the night
The man likes knowledge,
And it is uncertainty that detains him
Now, away from the bosom of the night,
He lacks his voice,
While his mind is still racing.
A second string in his own mind,
And with little doubt,
Hers as well.
The responses just don't come as fast,
And nothing is amiss.
No insomnia for him,
There is no tiredness, no pain.
Just existence.
And he is growing quickly bored of that.
Just dig deeper
With this kindergarten antagonizing
And soon he will be forced to switch ladders,
No longer the attempted lover,
But rather the forced friend.
And this has happened before.
The man needs to stop these
Attempts at playing coy,
It doesn't work for him.
Scarred from the nervous
Scratching and pickings,
Trying to tear away this mask of beauty
And reveal and expose
Himself underneath.
There is nothing more to say
And yet he is still awake.
Why fall into the otherworldly-unconscious
When there is so little to live for?
Endure the boredom and the lonliness
In the hope against hope
That he may find hope,
And love beneath the mask.