Dreaming of Sleep

It's the new flame
Smothered under the weight
Of a world filled with melancholy
Too far to reach
But close enough to taste

Happy people
So uncertainly certain
Careening down the sheer mountain crag
Of another life, shred between
The sickle of time and the
Painting of a time spent everlasting

Immortal memory in thickening strands
Of blood and misery
Drain down the chin of an
All encompassing maw of existential dread
Nostalgia fuels the waking moments
While loathing and longing fill
The dusk before a trembling sleep

Utter destruction
Lends itself to salvage what was lost
With malice and decay bubbling to the surface
Putrid, vile, thing
With its fingers so entwined
In the entrails of eternal anxiety

Doomed are we
Who question our slumber
For what lays on the other side
Would paint life pale in fading color

Once vibrant
Now lost to the overwhelming weight of existence