Nights Wake

-Nights wake- The night is dead. Longs for absurdity, what’s left is a heart of fire. The abomination of the fallen. Serotonin left astray. Beg for the long-lost magnum opus. Tear apart Librium. Sheer lust of the requisite. Where are we now? Deprave the senses. Blind from touch, brail inherently deemed moot. My eyes close and I see the void. I open them to see the lie. Tears stream down my face like rivers surface in the Sahara.