I possess not a sliver of Vodka to Purify my Blood.
I do not have my sweet Mary beside me to warm the cold. She always Satisfies me to dream peacefully.
I must face this sleepless night as an uninhibited glob of normal.
How boring. How dull. How mind numbing. How silently loud.
My eyes are like unwanted friends that force me to stare into the truth.
White walls are still white; even in the darkness.
They tell me that I am trapped inside a prison of my own making.
A foretelling of a more permanent prison that soon awaits.
I have less than four earth hours until I must rise and take my place among the Walking Dead.
Exhausted. Drained. Lifeless.
Tekols
Sleepless In Maryland.