Minutes to midnight mock me with a vicarious sneer,
they jump from the clock and swivel through my room.
They paint my name with markers made out of a point
that cuts me, drawing my blood for their own canvas.
But the walls cannot bear the weight so they crumble
leaving me exposed, I'm the target to a terrorist that
doesn't even exist.
I've counted my sheep, but even they got tired and fell
asleep, leaving me alone.
In my own fear I reach for the bottle and take that pill.
Never once questioning for a refill.
Tonight never wanted to be, so I turn and breathe out
my last breathe of hope I so gingerly hold on to.
Wishing to die, without a tear I cry, staining what's
left remaining.