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)]