The veil of night is about to rise,
It’s time for advent of the Goddess of dawn,
And the voices of tormented souls
From hell start reverberating,
Or must I say it’s the beeping alarm
I’m referring to.
That’s when the cycle of insanity begins,
And it seems it repeats itself for eons,
Every single day.
I just need a rest from this insanity
Even if just for a few nanoseconds.
I demand a vial of sanity thus,
Just one vial that’s all I need.
Rogue Poet 