Alarm Clocks

Sun, 02/23/2014 - 23:36 -- Dicey

I have to be up early

But early is a horrible thing

Why must I wake in darkness

When darkness of dreams is more pleasant to me

I can't seem to remember

Why I am doing this terrible thing

Submitting my self to the torture

Of the unbearable screech upon screech

The ever present waking of a terrible horrible machine

One that just won't quit

Or leave me to my sleep

The orange lights glow

To show the end of my beautiful dream

Snooze sounds amazing

Yet my machine 

Refuses to believe in such a thing

So there I lay in darkness

Listening to screech upon screech

I would ask to let me end the torture 

But that would mean truly waking

And waking equals early

Which we've agreed is a terrible thing

And on goes the unbearable screech

 

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