I can't wake up again knowing life after midnight.
Reveries fall behind, holding court in the breakroom.
Annihilation, my only day-to-day routine.
Annihilation. Escape to where it's all serene.
Annihilation. And you confront yourself
Within the holy setting of your dream.
I feel tired every day. Perhaps it's just anticipation .
Coursing Serotonin rush paralyzed beneath the bedsheets.
The flies are buzzing. Their tiny legs
Exerting pressure up in my brain.
I hear their footsteps. They echo through
The empty space of me and you.
The kid is teething. He's screaming loud
And I would kill him if I weren't so proud.
Of my reflection in human flesh.
The urge gets stronger. I must confess.
Shadows loom on the wall beckoning with ragged fingers,
Emanating from the crib, lengthening across the ceiling.