I haven't slept.
What am I waiting for?
Death in my lungs
Carcinogens.
No it's not that,
I'm waiting till my need overcomes my fear
of sleeping.
Till my thoughts of her are engulfed
by thoughts of you.
Till my blood overruns
and spills into the street.
When my wrist heals
thanks to protein
extracted from meat.
I need sleep,
but I'm afraid of dying.
Not the flying but the landing.
because it's really crashing.
Waking
up like nothing happened.
But it did.
I am exhausted
Tell me to go to sleep
So I may hold you
while I shake and weep.
I am dying in here
decaying
in my
thoughts.
I
need to forgive
myself
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 6:52 AM UTC
I haven't slept.
What am I waiting for?
Death in my lungs
Carcinogens.
No it's not that,
I'm waiting till my need overcomes my fear
of sleeping.
Till my thoughts of her are engulfed
by thoughts of you.
Till my blood overruns
and spills into the street.
When my wrist heals
thanks to protein
extracted from meat.
I need sleep,
but I'm afraid of dying.
Not the flying but the landing.
because it's really crashing.
Waking
up like nothing happened.
But it did.
I am exhausted
Tell me to go to sleep
So I may hold you
while I shake and weep.
I am dying in here
decaying
in my
thoughts.
I
need to forgive
myself
I can't take these long nights for much longer
© April 30th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved
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