I don't remember the last time I've slept peacefully,
My room is too dark,
The air is too dense,
Suffocating the light,
The world is too black behind my eyelids,
As my existence flutters closed,
I only know the feeling of stillness,
The knowledge of nothingness,
The moon might be my only friend,
But she only lasts the wake of night,
And she's luminous, ambiguous, and deathly,
Guiding my dreams to darker places,
I try to hide from my eventual slumber,
But sleep is restless,
Death is slow,
And I crave the silence only sleep guarantees.
