(no subject)
poison IVs and monster machines
kick sleep like a nightmare
of stale air,
of black and white noise,
of letters reversing
backwards and forwards,
until too sincere
to mean anything at all.
heart felt gibberish
and then whimpers,
turning as white as the sheets,
feeling as blue as
the face before its last
desperate gulp of air here.
sights and sounds
become gray slow motion,
all blurred and mixed like
melancholy watercolors.
kick sleep like a nightmare
of stale air,
of black and white noise,
of letters reversing
backwards and forwards,
until too sincere
to mean anything at all.
heart felt gibberish
and then whimpers,
turning as white as the sheets,
feeling as blue as
the face before its last
desperate gulp of air here.
sights and sounds
become gray slow motion,
all blurred and mixed like
melancholy watercolors.