Fall.. Fall Asleep
it is when you’re on the cusp of
sinking in, of slipping away
right when you feel safe enough to
close your eyes, and loosen your grip
that all your delicate reasons,
like beads from a broken necklace
come undone.
the truth is a devious, sly bastard..
to the uneasy souls living lies,
it comes knocking at that moment
when you feel like a child again,
only to remind you of the monsters
in your head
when you’re bare to the night.
yet you always seem to forget how useless it is
to keep pleading with the truth —
“my hands were tied”, you said
“my mouth was sewn shut”, you said
yet one step after another, you took.
you might as well have
slowed down a little bit to enjoy the view
of the destruction in your wake..
or you might as well just slip away
and fall… fall asleep.
