At me from the dark-
The clock whispers
My name like I'm a
Ticking bomb.
Every tick steals my
Breath and I make
Deliberate efforts to
Remind me I'm alive.
The grip loosens,
Ground slips and
Fate demands its
Rightful share-
How to hold it all
Together tonight?
I'm done tracing every
Pulse like a prayer.
Done naming every
Shadow of mine aloud.
This unusual knock
That seems to be
From within today-
It breathes when I
Breathe,
Grins when I choke,
And whispers-
That only peace
Is my surrender.
Mocking my efforts
To stay human,
Pushes me to edges
And I tend to give up.
If I let go,
Will it catch me?
Or will I discover
A new me,
Tomorrow morning?
Soft-prey, marinated
In caffeine and despair-
Insomniacs are
My favourite it says.
And lured by a few
Ounces of sleep-
My eyes close.
It turns dark.
The demon devours
Me, and whoever
Wakes up-
Wears another shade
Of eyebag, like
The next morning is
A Zombie Apocalypse.