I'm sleeping too well lately,
All too fearful of the days to come.
Content with the finality and silence closed eyes bring-
Numb to night-time tears and midnight terrors,
Unable to feel, unable to dream,
A slight hope I'll be blind for eternity,
Enveloped in unmoving, eerie darkness.
The panicked breathing only I can hear,
Slowly muffled by coarse dirt.

Is it wrong for me to seek that peace?
Cowardly and undeserving as I may be,
My worth is higher away from Earth.
Pathetic grumbling,
I mumble mindlessly under my breath,
Consoling a wretched mind each time a night passes,
And I find myself rising to see the sun.
I know where I stand,
And I cannot find my way,
So I lay stranded in a a patch of quicksand,
Hoping it will swallow me quicker so I never age.