something's quite not right
again sleep escapes me, far away
you're the whisper in the back of my head
teething, serrated and smiling
knee-deep in this hopeless wreckage
a heartbreak
to tear me apart
swallowed by the vast, all-consuming
demanding you here
this uncontrollable hell
a lightless abode
a sleepless complete black
where ghosts come to me
through every hole
in each and every wall
wish I could just sleep
wish I could explain
wish I could change the way of things
wish I would fall away
it's a slow closure
a cold shape crawling behind me
a storm approaching
a darkness always closer
I ever thought it could
can never see it coming
the world I'm in is empty
outside I think I choke
somehow I can't help thinking
there is no place for me
(the noise in my head won't leave)
"all fled--all done
so lift me on the pyre
the feast is over
and the lamps expire."
[Robert E. Howard (1906-1936)]
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