Midnight

In between sleep and my insanity, I wonder why I'm still up at night.
I watch as the seconds go by and feel the burden of my eyelids.
I am tempted by the softness of my bedsheets like lying between the clouds.
No. Don't be fooled.
You'll fall between the silver linings.
It's a lie.
You'll be caught in the arms of ogres.
You'll be pulled from your hinges like a rag doll, drooled on like a dog bone.
Don't fall asleep, or you'll hear the screams from those fallen into Hell.
Fall asleep and I'll drown in the tears of fabrication and fantasy.
I don't want to wake up.
I don't want to fall asleep.
Outside my window, I hear the lullaby of the nightingale.
I imagine spearing it with my sword and drinking the elixir of its life.
The delusion of its song rings through my ears.
It cries inside my stomach, "You've fallen asleep"