O boy its late night banter

It's 3:14 and I think you're lovely.

It's when your day becomes night when my mind rips off its mask to defeat the evils of every dark corner.
My brain cells fry and all that's left-- I don't want to know.
My laser eyes penetrate brick walls and I sniff out the cocaine in your dirty suitcase.
My hair flings out like its calling out for someone's hands to rip it out.
My right eye has a pocket of fluid slowly filling the right bottom corner.
It's when your sound asleep when all I hear is sound.
It's times like this when I cannot do anything but write mindless gibberish and hope that someone else is up reading it.

"Baby I'm afraid of a lot of things but I ain't afraid of loving you."-Karen O (is a lover of mine)