Insomnia V

Succumbing to the weakness
Believing in bleakness
As my mind cracks at 3 a.m.

It’s bending
It’s breaking
Found the weak spot once more
The hidden fault lies exposed

It’s a question
Without an answer
A hole that’s getting deeper
An edge
I've already stepped over

In the center of the night
I cease to believe in light
And all the duct tape in the world
Can’t hold it together

It’s a loss
And a whimper
Too tired to even sigh

A tapping and a shiver
Flinching from one minute to the
Why

I can count the seconds
They feel like years
Carved into stone with a chisel

Did I blink? Or was I sleeping?
Was I dreaming I was weeping?

Silent stethoscope slides softly southward
Bouncing without a sound
Everything stops

Weaving drunkenly through waking dreams
Say hello to angels riding dimming beams
It’s grayer here without sensation
Nor sadness, nor elation

Curled up in a corner
Or flat against a wall
Hanging upside down in a bathroom stall

I’m a vampire, a flightless bat
I can’t ... Wait. What was that?
Just my brain again, I suppose

There was day, then there was night
And there’s something between dark and light
Like the crease in time beyond truthful lies
That happens when wisdom stops being wise

Stuck in a loop like a scratched LP
A cog, a gear, that’s missing some teeth
Just a nudge, a crank, a need to move
Four o’clock has nothing to prove

Falling flakes
I think it’s my skin
Or static bursting through my eyes again