Sleep already

The pen is shaking

In my hand

Because I cannot comprehend

The floor beneath my body

That's ready to collapse

My shaking, faulty grasp...

The hair falling on my face

The air that I breathe in this place

Where I'm at, and why I'm here

If I' crying for real or holding onto my fear...

I don't know what will happen

Or if life is even moving

I just know that I'm not dying...

But living and slowly losing

Because the erratic ink

Keeps spilling onto this page

Driven with rage

My mind is off in a far away  land

The pen's still shaking

In my f*****g hand