• hollex 9w


    Here lies the specter of a decent rest
    victim of a complicated chemical test

    This bed may as well be a slab of rock
    and the sheets are like coarse sands

    Every shade of dawn has slipped slowly
    over the hairs of my restless hands

    Without the comfort of dreams
    I ask for pity,
    For some vague thought
    to place a fog
    in my mind's busy city.

    - hollex