POETRY – RANDOM THOUGHTS
The lights flickered,
and the room is chilled.
I resist an urge to shiver.
Wraith: “Come”
Me:” Can we talk”
A portal opens.
Me:” Crap”
Good luck, everyone!… I step through the portal … it’s 5 am
In the Wee Hours #3
A place where I post unscripted, unedited, soulless rants of a insomniac madman
Memoirs of Madness 
Did you even sleep?
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too exhausted to remember
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