Jesus f'ing Christ, writing sonnets makes me want to tear off me ears...
Like pictures hanging on the wall
Vivid some, others fading out
The decorum of a mind's hall
WHat was that wondrous dream about?
Forget place, familiar face
Locating stone thrown into lake
Written notes crammed into their place
stored away for sanity's sake
Hit to the head, drug in a drink
All lost in a chaotic sleep
Throughout the hall the pictures fall
Throughout the hall the dreams will stall