Sleeping In Chaos

I am sleeping in chaos - lulled by the starch scent of lust still hanging damp in the air, so thick that I am enveloped by its relentless desire to suffocate me, simply by existing within me. But I sleep because I've found comfort in it, am cradled by its cancerous arms, licked nightly by its fiery flames. And the strength to change slowly crumbles beneath the massive weight of lies and fear. I sleep because I've simply grown too tired.