I lay awake in the dark as sleep escapes me.
The heat, too cruel a mistress to let me sleep.
A mosquito taunts me with his final flight.
Before being ripped from the sky by my sweaty palms.
It’s times like these I know exactly who I am.
No wonder, no mystery nor intrigue.
Just me alone with my steamy mistress.
As death remains within my reach.
I do not agree with what you have to say, but I’ll defend to the death your right to say it.