Paradoxical sleep
Head filled with images
Of not waking up
Undeniable fear
Flows through my veins
Paralyzed I am
Just left there to watch
As you turn
Away

Counting sheep
Towards the end
Numb with pain
Life has become an empty shell
With none to gain

Falling
Face down
The threaten sound of the ground
And just laying there
Surrounded by absence
Knowing
The strangest kind of pleasance
this loneliness.