Missed

When the sleep does come,
My head fills with a black silence
That stretches on into the infinite.
My dreams are filled
With faces and voices unknown to me.
Which creep up to me
Only to make sure they’re heard;
Only to get better aim;
Only to shoot holes into me,
And violently tear my insides to pieces,
While my naked soul shivers;
My malignant memory.
The ache is too much sometimes;
Too much to bear anymore.
I feel myself fading away
More and more
With the passing of each black night
Where sleep doesn’t come anymore,
Only darkness,
Erosion of self,
And suspicious persons reports.

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