It seems the power is giving out.
I scour the floor blind,
while muscle memory guides me to
existing lifelines no longer connected to salvation.

I give up.

Silence fills what i know to be what never was a home,
with my dreams being the only connection to where my heart truly
finds it's comfort.
The only problem lies in the lack of sleep claiming my tired eyes.

In the darkness i find just myself,
and maybe that's the point.