Come old ye faithful my wandering eye,
come senses please subdue all this,
coffee stay away.
I beg of your mercy,
do not tempt me, for i am weak the mere utterance of your empty calorie.
Sleep my beauties sleep,
go as i go to wander in the shadows of the night,
among the grass leaves of Erebor,
in the twilight sky of Rohan,
To the south I see Toril,
almost the dawn breaks, I see fire upon the skies breathing,
basking in Takhisis constellations. . .
Sweet sweet fragrance of lotus, let me hear your whisper
among the reeds,
as i am in need of that partial sleep.
Come up, come up.
Here you go south,
then i head on to north,
where all come from its bay to thenorthwest,
yet alone itself is a random one.
Where nowhere gets here at the now comes about here.
Then after september, comes about a wonderful species.
Yet another one begins when something ends just like that.
Why even bother,
did want to give up,
yet if i stayed this way,
What then does symbiotes do anyway,
when you drain me to the point of my vampiric body.
What is the use of changes when your words bites back
than an old lycanthrope.
would be the subject of the matter.
Then these fingers,
would chase after you.
These hands may,
want to hold and cup the base of your neck.
My arms to hold you,
down and pin as i drop my kisses-
where ever and randomly entice and arouse, You.
Then baby, life begins,
as I enter your mind,
intellectually fornicating your senses,
before we can even touch,
emotionally what we need most.
. . my right will follow.
. . my left wont wallow.
A membrane will make use,
of my insanities have been abused.
Then no more of it,
while my day will be nothing more than complete.
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. . . gave me my love,
. . . gave me my strength,
. . . told me to be inspired and to look for.
It did tell me that,
worry is a problem men do.
worry is the addiction that all “I” do,
worry is the love of things that i serve under.
What do i have to do, in order to be at peace?
it got mad,
furiously shitting and shouting. . .
DO NOT WORRY.
Am i going to . . .
Would I be able to?
Do i need such thing . . .
Should i dare even make use of it?
Aack come on,
I should be at least sleeping right.