I went to the beach...there were dolphins. It was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. Everything that I wrote today sucked, and not even well. My mood plummeted down...faster than a two dollar whore. The violent femmes didn't really let me get a good thought in either...
So this poem I lovingly dedicate to the fact that I am out of fucking seroquel and besides the fact that I am going to turn into a raving psycho in the next few days, I'm also not going to be able to sleep...shit...
I fight for unconsciousness
Alas, it is to no avail
For my eyes remain open
My mind, reeling and unrelenting
My greatest foe
Tempting me into battle
Against my worst enemy
In turn, my only ally
My most dreaded fear
Comes from within the darkness that refuses to fall
But not the darkness that envelops me physically
It is the darkness that comes to mind
When I close my eyes
This is what remains
My body weak and spent
My mind is thrashed and torn
And still I cannot sleep
Yet wishing I could wake
Existing on my own
Unbalanced and undone
Tearing up inside me
Burning down my bridges
My thoughts are my own
These uncontrolled, chaotic images
Of time ill-spent
And wishes not fulfilled
All the cause of my sleepless nights
And dream-like days
Not complementing each other
Yet blending seamlessly together
Now unable to comprehend
The meaning of day to day confusion
Living the night to night resistance
Dreaming of dreams that will never surrender themselves
Lusting after the darkness that so frightens me
Swimming in the hatred which my fear brings
Evil and tenacious
Thus tender and forgiving
Held prisoner of my on consciousness
Being held by this surrounding void
Mindless in fury
Boundless in energy
Feeling in the thick fog
Smelling the sour breath of said villain
This is sleep depravation.
So this poem I lovingly dedicate to the fact that I am out of fucking seroquel and besides the fact that I am going to turn into a raving psycho in the next few days, I'm also not going to be able to sleep...shit...
I fight for unconsciousness
Alas, it is to no avail
For my eyes remain open
My mind, reeling and unrelenting
My greatest foe
Tempting me into battle
Against my worst enemy
In turn, my only ally
My most dreaded fear
Comes from within the darkness that refuses to fall
But not the darkness that envelops me physically
It is the darkness that comes to mind
When I close my eyes
This is what remains
My body weak and spent
My mind is thrashed and torn
And still I cannot sleep
Yet wishing I could wake
Existing on my own
Unbalanced and undone
Tearing up inside me
Burning down my bridges
My thoughts are my own
These uncontrolled, chaotic images
Of time ill-spent
And wishes not fulfilled
All the cause of my sleepless nights
And dream-like days
Not complementing each other
Yet blending seamlessly together
Now unable to comprehend
The meaning of day to day confusion
Living the night to night resistance
Dreaming of dreams that will never surrender themselves
Lusting after the darkness that so frightens me
Swimming in the hatred which my fear brings
Evil and tenacious
Thus tender and forgiving
Held prisoner of my on consciousness
Being held by this surrounding void
Mindless in fury
Boundless in energy
Feeling in the thick fog
Smelling the sour breath of said villain
This is sleep depravation.
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scrigy:
Valerian root does work well, but if you take it for too long, it starts to make you smell kinda funny. Try sleepytime tea too...good stuff. Tattoo is beautiful. Movie looks awesome, very cool. 
scrigy:
Yeah, you have to take it daily for a few weeks before you start smellin' funny, but it made me smell like socks and vitamins. Made me sleep, but couldn't handle smelling that bad. Tylenol PM works well for some of my friends, but it made me feel like my heart was going to explode for two hours, but after that I passed out quick. Probably because I was glad my heart didn't explode! good luck getting sleep, I have the same problem. 