Insomnia

89. Knock on the door of madness.

Pound on it, but don’t peek..

Panic, but don’t speak…

90.The violence is illiterate...

How it fumbles in speech..

but succeeds in entertainment

91. Now can we wait?

Darkness sits upon this plate...

Shall thoust feast?...

Never mind, just have a

piece.

92. I want to be sick with knowledge!

93.Twist the page and read it right...

The knowledge festers.

The thoughts flow...

Never do they linger..

94.What words do I want,

what words do you need?

95. Are you talented at the art of making words hate one another?

96. Go be a poet,

Go be a killer,

Go be a Satanic worshiper

But let me eat my dinner.

97. Drink a potion made from natures nectar, delighted by this very scripture...

It’ll silence damned tongues like

tricksters.

98. The words fill my cup well,

I will drink till I am drunk

with knowledge.

99.Cover your eyes...

That Land of milk and honey...

It sounds pleasant, but

where is it?

In what era has it been trapped?

Maybe it was never meant to be found...

100. Passionless vigor,

Drained in time.

Love couples greatly with a divinely

frosted mix,

Betwixt dawn and thine,

Darkness unravels

down the monstrous

bursting grapevine