The crisp blue light,
That the poison images,
inside my slacking sinew.
The gravity pulls back,
to turn away from this shackle and face the silence once more,
I skip across the dreams realized by others,
closer to death.
Somewhere beyond the words and light and thoughts,
beyond the waste of worn pathways,
beyond the mocking laugh of the sliding sun and stars,
when light and thought and words are no more,
Maybe I will finally fall asleep.
And yet temptation is an ocean that I drown in
Distraction is the sharp bite of my vice
The poison lingers sweetly
and stings when sober
If I could only SHATTER the veil that burns my eyes and saps my wasting body
Break my head from the illusions and damn the dreams of others.
I could fucking sleep.