These memories kill. [extended haiku]
Every night, I crawl
into my cocoon of pain
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.