I come up with my best ideas at 15:52 am.

After downing a handful of sleeping aids and washing them away with a swig of an energy drink.

I close my eyes, I begin to drift in and out, in and out, of sleep.

Then... it hits me, a surge of poetic thoughts, half an encyclopedia of slightly used, pre-owned words never before used to describe the inquiries of the mind.

As I begin to whisper these words they become lines, they become verses, never to be repeated again.

As soon as the whispers stop my mind has been rocked to sleep by the damnation of these short lived verses.