I can no longer express the events in my life in a cognitive, literary fashion.
I have now become a dazed combination of broken words, fleeing emotions, repetitive thoughts, and aching memories;
all coated in layer upon layer of confusion.
‘Sleep those little slices of death; oh how I loathe them’, and yet they still beckon my name.
Clawing and dragging my mind into unconsciousness.
As the night envelops me, I silently pray.
Pray my dreams do not devour me tonight, with the sharp fanged jaw that is thoughts of you.