Exhaustion weighs down, weighted bags and pinpricks of emotion,
Until I can't tell whether the pricking behind my eyelids
Are tears, or just a reminder of the necessity of sleep.

We are young men buried in books
Shoveling words every day
As we are gradually shaped into tools.

Ours minds drained deep in the pools
Of knowledge. So they say
We are young men buried in books.

We find ourselves caught in hooks
Of wisdom seekers shall we pray?
As we are gradually shaped into tools.

Exhausted, some will turn into crooks
While we proudly remain grey
We are young men buried in books.

We bear fruit of hope from the roots
Of pain so follow the rules we lay
As we are gradually shaped into tools.

Are we zombies in schools?
In our paths we never stray.
We are young men buried in books
As we are gradually shaped into tools.

She's been running longer than I
On this dark, dilapidated road
And you, longer than her
Covered in deep, deep potholes.

And if the night should take you
While you jog just ahead of she,
She will write your eulogy
And continue ahead of me.

But I will not shed a tear
Though, on this road, I will stop
And fling myself into the nearest pothole
And smile until I collide with the rocks.

And when my marathon has ended
She will show me the same respect she did you
But her feet will not cease moving
She will see her marathon through.

And if the night should take you
It's fitting only she will survive
Because you begat me and her
Yet life has yet to dim her heart and eyes.

Oh, if the night should take you
Understand, I would not care
As the bitter, bitter memories
Are simply buried just under here.

And though I would not survive without you
It's more a means of self-defense:
I'd rather slit my own throat
Than return to live with him.

If the night should take you
Mother dearest, mother hated of mine
Just as you promised me
When I spoke of suicide:

I will go with you
You will not be rid of me long
Come heaven or hell or nothingness
I will come quickly along.

Im fighting for the energy,
That I need to be me.
But it's tiring to be,
Where I can't,
Even decide,
What I am
Supposed
To be.
Be
Me.

For weeks,
Sleep eluded me
For weeks,
Drugs wouldn't help me catch
A solid night's sleep

Now, at the end
Of this black day
The hunter becomes the hunted

Sleep stalks me
Like a silent predator
Struggling to keep my eyes open
When I need to be awake and focus

The cruel irony!
Hold on Predator,
You'll soon be able
To consume me fully