Bloodshot

My eyelids feel heavy.
My pupils like saucers.
I haven’t slept.
The dark;
there’s nothing there.
there’s nothing there.
there’s nothing there.
”Don’t be afraid of the dark
be afraid of what hides in it.”
It’s like a broken record.
All my secrets
spread all over the wall.
I need a drink.
One last drink and I’ll settle this ache.
This ache at the pit of my stomach,
the one I can’t get rid of.
My thoughts drift to mindlessness.
I can’t think of a word to say when I stare at my reflection.
My eyes are bloodshot.
My clothes and breath reek of… me.
I can’t control myself anymore.
I can’t control this ache.
Oh, this ache…