It's this crushing tumbling despair; One that few words can describe. An ache, a pain; One that keeps me up at night as the walls curve in on me. It's where you want to sleep; long. You crave it. You tire relentlessly and yet there is no goal; No finish line. What a cruel joke where the punchline is unknown. How it's kiss is tempting; How I wonder. I must sleep eons now; For the demons have returned and with them the dark times. So thus I shall sleep in the dark, with my eyes open; Too tired to care but too afraid to close my eyes. When I awake maybe the world will be new. Maybe not so bleak. Maybe worse.