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Prayer Of An Insomniac
It's nights like these when my fears flare up
Echoeing quiet color across the sky
Casting dreams in the darkness,
Beautiful nightmares
haunting my lapses in consciousness
Alone, I pray to the demons of today
Hoping when they sprout wings,
they will carry my wishes on their backs
as angels of tomorrow
Lovely... especially ....well
Lovely... especially ....well really, the whole thing!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "