TW: Light self harm/suicide ideations.

Bustling, barging, barreling through life,

Soaking in love, fear, joy, pain and strife.

We all dart aorund like rats in a maze,

And we act as if one day we’ll all be finally saved.

From this cycle, this torment of repetitive sorrow

That lasts from yesterday well into tomorrow.

Yet when we all lay our weary heads down to sleep,

Our minds are finally ours to keep.

Away from the hustle and bustle of town,

Away from that sinking feeling of falling down, down, down

Of falling until you can fall no more,

Of cradling that curdled milk feeling deep in your core,

The pain and the hurt of the days past, future, and now,

Will all fade away, will take their final bow

In the face of eternity, sampled by all,

When consciousness slows to a near fatal crawl,

When all hope is lost, and the senses are dulled

When into a deep, stable sleep you are finally lulled.

For this darkness, the empty void of sleep’s vast hall,

Will leaving you feeling much, much too small.

It boxes you in and sets you free

It airs out your laundry for all to see.

Your skeletons, revealed,

Your regrets, finally healed,

In this brief taste of infinity

You are finally free.

And as you rise from your dreamless slumber

As you rub your eyes, crack your bones and wonder

Where on Earth did you go last night?

You speculate, and yet the answer forever eludes you,

A faint whisper of peace that you’ll always pursue

In life, and in love, you’ll walk and you’ll wander

In pain, and in sorrow, you’ll suffer and you’ll ponder

Never quite realizing the truth, as it seems

The answer to it all laid in the absence of your dreams

For the universe, its secrets, nature’s ins and outs

Exist only in those consciousness droughts.

So sleep, dear one, for the threads of dreams spun

Will bind you, restrain you from the sacred truth of life

One you’ll only ever find once you pick up that knife.