Every night, I crawl
into my cocoon of pain
and disintegrate.

All I want is one
night without stars, only moon,
and no suffering.

I want for you to
swallow my tears whole, till you
taste their bitterness.

Give me the sleep that
is dream-less, that is past-less.
These memories sting.

My days grow stagnant
and pale, like the walking dead.
These memories kill.