Insomniac Deteste

A cacophonic silence, A mere blanch of a catastrophic faliure, A maroon in a sickening mirage, 'tis a shade one more, As a ray one less, Fairing smiles adiue, Requiem of a chastised face, Lay a bed, O'er wond'rous, to waste. Where'n freshen lie fast in his daze, Merry may go his hour, Time shroud. However vivid, a weary slumber , Is but man's sorry tire, Weeping sore, Once dreaded in languishment, Once cowered behind the stars. Not an eye unopened, Nor a God that sleeps.