Stream of incessant thoughts, blissful whispers, haunt me
Its early morning, too early a morning, might i add, a haunted one too
Images flash, those from an unsettling era, when its way past midnight
All the ironic abstractions that language could not articulate
found expression in my achingly active brain
Vivid, quite vivid, certainly so
A tempestuous adulthood, unfinished business, a rather cold man
Or just another empty sleepless night?
Climbing out and gasping for breath,
the heart pleads the brain to cease thinking
An apologetic cry for a little mercy, perhaps
But a carnage was too likely on the cards. The odds, you see
of a helpless creature, winning a battle in a tenebrous fight
I am an insect, without the brain, maybe not even that
Outwitted, and hideously so, when its way past midnight
