My blood pulsed as I attempted to find sleep in the cradle of my waking world. I was not meant to wake as the sun rose, and having to seems to be breaking what's left of the levy of my sanity.

It seems as though life has become a trick question. All good things to those who wait... but their's a catch. A tricky sales person with just the car for you, but never in the way you need it. It's easy to lie about someone who's not there to say that you're lying.

Not a trick, more of a game really...

"Shoot me."
-John Lennon

Yes
No
Do nothing