I need sleep.
Slumber beckons, eyes succumb
But the rebellious parasite pokes, pricks, prods
Clicks across my skull
Propping me up on a bed of arrows
Each four inches deep
In my back
Holding me up, supporting me
But draining out my life
One drop at a time.
Slowly,
Agonizingly
She awakens.

I need some sleep
But I feel so cold.
My head hits the pillow
But the pillow hits my head.
Assails it with hate and
Hailstones of sorrow.
The emptiness consumes
My mind. My sanity
Whatever’s left of it
Seeks refuge in pen and paper
In distraction
From the truth
Or fabrication
I don’t know the difference anymore.




I need some rest.
I’ve just got to let it go.