As I shovel this pity under control, I remain in my head. Fading in the background, but seeing you in the spotlight. Gasping at your credit.

The impression a bit of desire can leave.
Lead to thoughts that waste my day and calm the aches at large. Gradually letting me slip out of misery, for moments entering pleasure.

The blackened blur of reality shares my life,
As I find my way back to the world of no idea. Tears shatter the floor as they escape my cheeks, ashamed to be misplaced.

No matter how I sleep, the nightmare always ends like this...
A morbid disaster until my last breath.