I am exhausted, brain running dry.
I can't sleep, no matter how hard I try.
The pounding on the door keeps me guessing about what will happen soon.
The shadows flicker and move to an entirely different tune.
I ache to fall down into that churning black.
Instead I am left behind, no turning back.
What I find when I close my eyes is not the welcome sleep.
Instead I am left with chilling nightmares that make me weep.