The Obscure

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I took my clonodine a bit too late tonight, I'm having difficulty getting to sleep. I don't know if I have work tomorrow or not, if I do I'd better get to sleep soon; I just had to post this thing I wrote a while ago. It doesn't really mean anything, I just always wake up with words burning in my mind and I have to write them down. Maybe it's just my take on love, I don't know. Anyway, something possessed me to put it up here now, maybe it's just the sleep-deprivation. Here you are...

An Angel stands up high above
Perched atop a tower of love
Her thoughts are kind, but dare I care?
I see the fate that's waiting there.

For I know where that road will take me
A love to batter, bruise, and break me
But to not put footsteps on that path
Would make me face my Demon's wrath.

So I will walk that hard road, if I can
That road that I know did withstand
All the Ages of Petty Man
As countless as the grains of sand.

Anyway, I woke up one morning after getting very little sleep and that whole thing (as crappy as it may be) was going through my mind over and over and I had to write it down. It is a weird thing when I write, or when I draw. It's like I don't have a choice, I just have to do it. I would have preferred not to post that, I haven't even really figured out what it means to me yet, if anything. But I had to, I don't think I could've slept until I did.
It's strange, I was afraid of losing my creativity in becoming less depressed, but I am feeling words and thoughts flow through my mind even more now that I am more of an actual Person.
Ok, now the pills have kicked in, I'm off to bed.