I feel randomly poemy.

[wickedvision]

Black Quandary

You're the Architect of fitful sleep.
And when I wake in that familiar tangle,
You lounge, hiding in my labored sigh.

You're the Secret eroding my patience.
My heart burns to speak your name,
But my mind deafens in self defense.

The Inspiration to this devoted madness,
I shy away from tending the festering itch of it.
You're always and never here, sweet nightmare.

You're my first and last guilty Indulgence.
The simple complexity to our black quandary
Saunters shamelessly, teasing my senses.