Tired


My eyelids are heavy,

Sleep closes in,

Drowsiness upon me is levied,

Like tax upon the dinner of man,

But I Have more words to write,

So no sleep,

Not tonight,

Lest the nightmares in once again seep,

For my room is lit by naught but the moon,

And the shadows around me close in,

I hath no light to cut the night's boon,

For danger lie not in the dark, or the shadow's evil grin,

It lies within men's minds,

Minds which invent weapons to kill and maim with ease,

And maimed souls lie broken in shadows for others to find,

Dangers are closer and farther than you may please,

But the shadows lie close and dark minds tonight so think,

That you are a fool, and I am a tool, and in the dark you sink,

For I am done writing, and you have no voice with which to speak,

For your lungs will not fill and your fear begins to leak,

I had my fun and you are done and now I reach the End.

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I was very upset and I began writing this late at night, directing my anger onto the page. Art spews forth.