A PIT TO LAY DOWN TO

You lay yourself down to sleep.

You can’t.

The pain hits twice,

you strikes back.

Force your head down.

It slips.

Blurry eyes.

You decide to close.

The whole conscious of yours

shakes and shatters.

Not long and it breaks.

Fragments, what’s left

float in the dark.

Dust in the eyes.

Now you don’t.

Telling ‘em, closed.

Blind.

Your mind slips

into pit.

Your tar-black soul.

Your soul.

Dark, until there’s no color.

Fading out.

There, and none.