Silence lurks through me
Faint thoughts cross my mind
I've been fighting sleep-
Possession takes over me,
Leading me to the desk
Rummaging through the drawers
I find what I'm told to-
Sitting in darkness
Fighting my demons
Calling those of greatness
But none answers-
At the swipe of a blade
I'm walking on clouds
Once again.
*relapse
You knew better then to fight me.
As my demons knew better then to temp me.
I guess everything we do or seem, is in fact, all but a horrid dream.
