Goodnight
Nights spent, drenched in fear
Knives available, pills in abundance
Weight of the world, shoulders bear too much
Journey's end is close, any further, too far
Will buckles again, giving up once more.
Dreams revisit reality, rest does not restore
Eyes staring into darkness, a host without a soul
Stutters return to words, chaos is difficult to hide
Conscious of every action, comfort far away
Victories have no count, losses accumulate.
Waking up, a valueless effort
Routine leaves little surprise, monotony appreciated
Eating is too much, the thought of chewing daunts
Threads around flesh, a cure so swift
Forgiveness asked at length, a knot undone.
Back to a room, a cell with comforts
Finding means to harm, part of the process
Seek out distractions, pain can be such
Veins pronounce life, when its opposite is craved
Fallen soldier, the war was never external.
The sun descends, time to try again
Insomnia is not true, mental anguish unsettles
Adulthood was sought, sorrow discovered
Seduced by permanence, a last breath known
The minute is final, engrave it on a stone.
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