To sleep, perchance to, um, sleep.
Dec. 14th, 2005 11:42 amI couldn't sleep last night, so now I feel even worse.
Just completely ballsed up on the phone to a customer.
I should be working right now.
But I aint.
I wrote this for The Magnum Opus last night, though, which is quite pretty:
O sleep my babe, my lamb, my dove,
And wrap thyself in my warm love,
Sleep, child, while I watch over thee
But trouble not with dreams of me.
O sleep now all the suns are spent,
Sleep well, my little innocent,
But let thy happy dreams be free
From those as dark and damned as me.
Just completely ballsed up on the phone to a customer.
I should be working right now.
But I aint.
I wrote this for The Magnum Opus last night, though, which is quite pretty:
O sleep my babe, my lamb, my dove,
And wrap thyself in my warm love,
Sleep, child, while I watch over thee
But trouble not with dreams of me.
O sleep now all the suns are spent,
Sleep well, my little innocent,
But let thy happy dreams be free
From those as dark and damned as me.