I would only lay down for an instant
But in waking everything
Is different...
There is so much I do not know
And so much I try not to imagine.
To feel a blade slicing my skin
Would be so sweet,
To watch the beads of crimson
Collect, like jewels
From a broken crown.
Every moment hurts,
And I stare at your photograph
To feel some relief,
But knowing that it cannot last;
Or drive away my nightmares
Of a convoluted past.