Am I losing it?
When I have barely roused the pages in my head
With the smoldering ink of lightness
When I have wandered off in imagination's maze
Lost inside an unwavering catatonia.
Polarized, black and white
Or maybe trapped in gray
With uncerntainties the luster of life
Fizzles into the night
Carressing sleepless heads
With sobering dreams of escape
And death wallows, and slowly
Creeps into nightmares haunting sleep.