The pain of the subconscious

Lethargy,

Perpetually,

Slowing me down,

I'm losing my outlet,

I'm starting to doubt this.

I don't know what outfit,

to wear when I'm so sick,

That I can't stay awake,

My words getting slower,

As I sink a little lower,

Into sleep and a pen,

That will write of my death,

As I slowly sink lower and lower I go,

Falling like snow,

Into the endlessness,

That is my subconsciousness,

When I fall down this rabbit hole,

There is no friend at the bottom,

Oh no,

I find only demons and monsters inside,

Waiting for me as they plan my demise,

Every night,

As I lose my life,

To dreams that cut like a knife,

I fall down this rabbit hole,

That is my soul.