Pools of night, pale moonlight
pour on my face,
attempting to erase
any trace of day,
everything I had to say.
Lay back, attempting to relax
while the pulsing head
grips the treads,
intertwined inside my mind
of memories I dread
Wet grass clings to my back
as I shift inside my skin,
staring toward the black,
nothingness above
and my mind still pulses numb.
Soon the beams will trickle down,
illuminate the world I knew,
singe the night and cold blue light
leaving only me,
a withered shell for all to see.