Something has grabbed me.
Smoke heavy as lead,
Dragging me back with habit
Towards the numbness of forgetfulness

Wait, haven't I fought this before?
I know how this ends.
A rot, gluttonous,
Creeping over my borders.

I am prey, filled with fight,
But dangerous patience paralyzes me,
With earthly poison from its fang

Isn't it odd how pleasant this is,
Wrapping around me,
Inviting me to stay just a little longer

But what am giving up
To enjoy this comfort
Never mind anymore
I will meet it in forgetfulness again

I dreamt last night  
of a dinner for two,
distant, shrouded in fog,  
a feast fit for royalty.

But the first taste  
was heavy, bittersweet,  
a blend of memories  
clinging to my teeth.

Somehow, you reached me,  
and for a moment, I was full.
But the cruel rip of waking  
just left me to starve.