It’s that time again
It’s night and I cannot rest. There is no such thing as sleep.
And my mind couldn’t be crueler
I see blood on my arms and the vision in my mind calms me
But it takes more courage than I or alcohol has and another night I go unpunished.
The noise in my mind filters all the way through
There is nothing to combat all that anguish.
I fail, as I do time and time again
And you cannot solve what I can’t accomplish.
I can’t establish time and presence in this space
Because everything I feel abandons feeling.
I escape with no entity found
A soul without a means of ending with a purpose.
Blind faith,
And that is all that can survive,
But it won’t do as I am empty.