Shut Down

Another sleepless night and the shadows even refuse to talk to me anymore. When shadows lose interest, what's left? Just the sound of my own voice echoing off these four walls. My ears have blocked me from my own thoughts. Nothing but numbness. I recoil to that faraway cave, where I would hide as a child; When the monsters would come and play. I feel emptied of all existence to an unprobed realm of spiraling blackness; where it's hard to breathe in a new reality. My mind crashes and screams for release but there is no rescue here. My soul snuggles up to my last heartbeat, as the Boatman approaches, my candle goes out; I am shut down