My eyelids are heavy.
Some days I struggle to keep my mind afloat in the ocean of fog.
My thoughts are thick and stagnant.
My limbs weak and unforgiving.

My eyelids are weighed down.
It's like thick, heavy broadway curtains over my brain.
Show's over and I hardly know my own name.
Thinking is out of the question.
All I can do is listen.
But all I hear is the hum of pointlessness coming from others mouth's.

My eyelids are slipping.
There's a buzz deep in my head. Like a million bees docile and drugged.
I don't feel safe anymore.
My body is falling apart.

My eyelids are closed.
I can't anymore.
Awake is a secductress.
Dark and brutal.
Nothing in this world is worth the hum of hopelessness.

Sleep.