It’s just like every time before

 

Her breathing tells me that I am alone

In the void between night and day

Through the door between levels

Nothing else living is awake

There is only the crackle of silence and the

Grainy stillness that hangs as a painting in a an empty corridor

The body is a tomb

Here, I am old

I am supine

I am bait

The state of sleep brings them near

Reluctant witness to a moment of pre-happening

I pray to sweet oblivion

Pull me down again

 

Each visit is just the same

Waiting to see

Waiting to hear

Eyes crawl over the skin

Daylight hours are a thin veil of fantasy

This is what life is

When the colour drains away

 

So why do you bring me to the waiting place?

Where no mortal belongs

And darkness bristles

The pendulum held, the spring coiled

I curse this consciousness

Rid me of wakefulness, make me stone

The things we must not see

The thoughts we must never connect

Sleep, take me

Oblivion, sweet oblivion

Take me down