Sleep, it is not in my dreams
i dream of lust and passion, but only on my own accordances
i wait for it, and i know it wont come till morning
medication does not soothe me
suit, not, as well
i prefer my own methods
i prefer my fantasies
you try to force these things, but is it possible that im not cut out for your world?
your standards are not mine
your morals and mine divide
i see that now
why do i see clearly at night?
when filled with foggy feelings that induce an awkward fright?
i see best when i think worst
when i feel most
when i know least
definite is not a definition i know
the future is untold, and id rather it that