(coming from the abyss)
not sure what Im but thus’s something
I’d rather stay up at 2 in the morning
With my thoughts
Rather than sleeping with them
I'm not that intimate with my thoughts
They do not belong
In my bed
In my sheets
In my being
But alas I'm too sensitive
And weak
They are aggressive
And addictive like the warmth of alcohol
Exhaustion tries to seduce me
But I refuse
I know I cannot hold them off forever with the cane
Until they all break free
To slowly and comfortably lull me
Into my nightmares
To wake up in a sweat all hot and bothered
Shaking and shaking