Esoteric Cyclone

So I wrote this after I had 6 hours of total sleep for 5 days.

I can taste the darkness around me
Pulling and ripping the flesh from bone
But I never truly die and I never really live
Through this esoteric cyclone
I always apperate to the unknown
Through the void of shadows
I can’t perceive, memory forsaken again
As I fall through the void and light shows
In a crack through the sky that inhabits my eyes
The blinding grace that is being awake
Never overpowers the darkness that it defies
I feel like ripping out my portals
So I’m not tortured with basking in flames
That lick my limbs and burns
Because the blinding light never tames
Its fury in this esoteric cyclone
I call home, hysteria flows
As the claustrophobia enclose my burdened heart
My portals close and the void knows
That it destroys my life because
I can’t control how I act when I’m lost
In oblivion until I awake with the gauze
Wrapped around a wound I inflicted in exhaust
Its why I’m appear now in sleeves in front of you
Only to fall back in the shadowy grave,
The esoteric cyclone of insomnia
That I call my home even though it’s I cave
I can’t escape.