Adeath, Won Bye Some

as i sleep they emerge, i wait for them, patience is not there forte. i see them warily talked out, this light bulb i peek from is so warm, it blushes me, in to hot watts, never question how many. it just glares at stupid me, the first is easy, as she leans over the edge of today, i whack her good on the butt, she thanks me, to leave out the door for a freakish change of cloths..yesterday comes out again, she is worry and slim, she is the one with the wicked sneaky hand, it holds my gun. the barrel is bent, and coltish blued, while she tries to strain it, i push her, back down into my bottle of grins. where she drowns for all of her sins. tomorrow is potent patience, sure of herself, quite pure, no wicked ways or sin rushes into her parts at all, while i wait, she waits on us all, still in sleep, counting the minutes left to us all..