Adventures through the dark side.

I am so tired—
marrow-heavy, soul-scoured tired.
Opportunities I let rot,
hours I fed to the void.

I crave only respite,
a small death to conquer this dread,
let exhaustion swallow me whole
and rinse the lead from my veins.

I ache for sleep—
yet dreams drag their monsters into morning,
nightmares stroll the daylight hours.
Disappointment plants its flag and stays.

I cannot breathe.
Choking on the lies I swallow,
on plastic laughs that stoke the flames—
embers gnawing straight through the heart.