I’m feeling quite whack
Energy is dipping
So my mind is slipping
Entering a state of sheer adrenaline
The room collapses around me
My drawers fall off of the wall.
And that’s not all.
It’s all on me to fix.
But I’m not sure I’ll last until six.
There is no way to say for sure
but this room is hellish, like Hades’ cur.
Simple due to my choice…
When I finally sleep I shall rejoice.
Until then, memes and spite sustain me
Rest is reckless without support.
I might just ramble till the dawn.
I’m halfway through, it’s too early to yawn.
Twenty-seven hours awake
Twenty more my soul to take.
Keep me running keep it coming
Give me that sweet sugar,
Give me absinthe and vigor.
I shall be victorious.