Midnight whispers stole you away,
And I haven't slept a wink since.
Random calls, random falls,
Random cries, random buys
Define my nights,
since Ted fund his Sylvia anew!
My nerves are still raw,
But lumps of sugar sway,
Toy boys arrive on cue to play.
My nights grow plumes,
Purple bruises of gloom
Insatiable insanity knocks again.