late at night,
i lie awake,
and trace the lines
of moonlight flickering
through the blinds,
falling like razor-blades
severing arteries.
the shades of gray
whisper solemnly
of death
and peace.

4:00am passes
without event.
i wonder absently
what life might
be like if i felt
nothing at all.

numb
to the world
i drag behind me,
a planet wrapped
in chains wrought
by apathy and a lack
of imagination.

why
do i
so desperately
crave to save
a planet
that seems
perfectly content
to dig
an early grave?