sandman:

i don't know why they call her sandman, cause, honestly, sleep's just a stuck up bitch that never gives it up /
even after a day's worth of wining and dining and throwing her pills, she still won't even budge /
a gentle nudge on the eyelids, a peck on the cheek, enough to tease you, she's out to get you feeling luck /
but it's just taunting and teasing, she's not one for pleasing, left you staring at the wallpaper peeling up /
so now you're steeling up your nerves for one last perverse attempt to tempt fate and catch her slumbering /
a last approach, her last reproach, then you note the time slipped, the hours that your numbering /
a compromise is struck, you have defied your luck, it's agreed, she'll let you see her cousin next /
your subtle breath slows, all troubles get closed, save for one, this is the night that you summoned death /
rest/


this is something i wrote last night while i couldn't sleep for a couple hours. sorry for the derogatory curse word, but i was quite annoyed at the time. and i decided to keep it in there cause we're all grown ups. or at least pretend to be.

it's a little weird, cause every line would actually be two bars (if this, like anything i ever write, actually made it to its intended song form). and i'm pretty sure that unless you happen to read it with the exact (maybe just similar?) cadence i have in my head it probably doesn't read super well. but, um, that's your own fault for not reading it right. yeah.

posted by adam @ 12:07 AM