One-thirty, <br />eyes feel heavy, <br />this door to Dreamland's no less hefty. <br />As I scroll down the lines <br />of this machine's memory <br />looking for the one who'd free me <br />from this fucking misery, <br />less than one soul does seem pretty. <br />This nightly poetry, <br />this button melody: <br /> <br />my only company.<br /><br />Casper Fields<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/these-nights/
