Senses.

I want to

Listen to the secrets

Of all the sleepless

Tiny demons

In the deepest

Corners of my mind

I want to

Feel the condition

From the collision

That led to the incision

Across my vision

On my way back to you

I want to

Taste the season

That gave me reason

Gave me accretion

And left me beaten

All by myself

I want to

See myself again

Every now and then

Like way back when

Life started to begin

With a smile on my face

I want to

Smell the sun

The day it begun

With only one

Bullet in my gun

Pressed against his head

But, what I really need

Is some sleep