Sleep Diction

Expired Milk

Another night.
I contemplate my failure.
I have walked my brain,
around the longest park trail.
Alas, I'm insulted for my efforts.
Efforts.
Exercising the closing of lids.
Hours of banter towards my ceiling.
It falls on me.
I die. Then reawaken to realize
The state of my stasis.
Even my own body has discarded me.
The ash flicked from countless waste,
has gathered itself
and taken the shape of a human.
I am born.
My vision
doesn't allow me to discern the distance
I keep my magnifiers,
within an arms reach.
For when my future does not seem clear to me.
Exhausting.
The red veins give me away.
Even when I reply.
"I'm ok."
Tickled by my lie, I sit in silence.
Pondering as to what, I'm actually aiming to achieve.
Fool, the extensions of care that have been extended my way.
Or am I trying to attain the great
Live fast, die young.
Sadly Click was derived from fictional elements.
I am tickled again.
I scream cut it out!
But there is no laughter.
My demons laugh at me.
But it doesn't ring like you would believe.
In fact I cower to it, looking for cover.
Back in my box again.
Seems that life skip pass me again.
Darkness rubs my back.
Candy from the stranger I never knew.
To over indulge in sweets, I was told,
wasn't good for you.
Or me.