I feel like sleeping I feel like sleep; tired and sick bemoaning conversations, groans turned into rants screaming sycophantic nuances like flies stuck to **** gone on counting, willing things to be out of sheer desperation
I cant recall when last I fell to the ground alone dissonance comes and goes like fire slows the defying cold shoulders but frost burn still hurts immensely negligence desensitizing everything I touch
if dreams are the last escape from what is real then what is real anymore? when I close my eyes its all the same tears still soak the pillow when I am the only mistake
irrelevancy is all there is anymore I feel like sleeping but when I get there, I hope I never awake