insomnia

Insomnia
Dusty eyed, tied
Wrapped around unwritten words
Colours bled black
The ink in your veins
Beats to a different march
Nothing spoken
Frothed up worries chased across dark coffee stains
I am dust, shadows, broken dreams
Hollow, holding on by fingertips
If I fall, will it be to sleep
Or will I shatter at your feet
One last soulless offering
One last dry kiss of night
One more tiny whining insect
That death with an end, embrace me
Crush me in your arms and make slow sweet love
Slow sweet rest
The final pretence
That this agony might end