by
the seventh night I have torn the
veil and crossed the line into the land of death and annihilation my eyes are red and sore my head buzzes with empty space and I stand thinly at the centre of my void I am
insulated by static mush thinking
in a single stream of mercury I’m constantly in the frame consolidating the one true IS
everything speaks to me and I speak
to everything this is the high on
high close to the heavens and closer to the edge of oblivion all this is more than I can translate into
cohesive thought I roll myself a number and eat the smoke just a little fire to ease me through the
night
insomnia
is my oasis where my dark thoughts
and I take refuge sleep is the kiss of death the
obliteration of my senses nevertheless the
time must come for crashing and the
horrors inky black
naked inert
and defenceless sleep
beckons me with iron fingers and I am
too weak to disobey she takes me
down into dark oceans filled with forgotten dreams I fight
like a drowning man but she takes me
hard and relentless down into the
deep
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