Array ( [sid] => 112414 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Mosquito [time] => 2006-01-01 21:55:45 [hometext] => Just a funny little poem I wrote, hope you like it [bodytext] => Funny it does seem to me,
Although far from amusing,
Whose conflagration so confusing
Draws lines of hate I cannot see
Upon the withered night

A breed of twisted silence
Broken by a twisted will.
I lie and wait with deathly still
Lest I should miss the quiet violence
Inflicted on my dreams

Helpless to such hapless aim
That leads a vile, unpleasant fiend
Into my veins, my lifeblood gleaned
For sustenance and worthless gain
Of seconds to a charmed life.

You justify this unlawful trade,
This thievery in awful truth,
Of easy rest and priceless youth;
A morsel of my comfort made
To satisfy thy morbid thirst.

The night such busy work doth bring,
But rest be my priority,
Humbled by supreme authority,
I lie and wait for the troubled sting
Incarnate, by such a little thing.
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The Mosquito
Date: Sunday, 1st January 2006 @ 09:55:45 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: trixxx
Funny it does seem to me,
Although far from amusing,
Whose conflagration so confusing
Draws lines of hate I cannot see
Upon the withered night

A breed of twisted silence
Broken by a twisted will.
I lie and wait with deathly still
Lest I should miss the quiet violence
Inflicted on my dreams

Helpless to such hapless aim
That leads a vile, unpleasant fiend
Into my veins, my lifeblood gleaned
For sustenance and worthless gain
Of seconds to a charmed life.

You justify this unlawful trade,
This thievery in awful truth,
Of easy rest and priceless youth;
A morsel of my comfort made
To satisfy thy morbid thirst.

The night such busy work doth bring,
But rest be my priority,
Humbled by supreme authority,
I lie and wait for the troubled sting
Incarnate, by such a little thing.


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