The Vast

something's quite not right again sleep escapes me, far away you're the whisper in the back of my head teething, serrated and smiling knee-deep in this hopeless wreckage a heartbreak to tear me apart swallowed by the vast, all-consuming demanding you here this uncontrollable hell a lightless abode a sleepless complete black where ghosts come to me through every hole in each and every wall wish i could just sleep wish i could explain wish i could change the way of things wish i would fall away it's a slow closure a cold shape crawling behind me a storm approaching a darkness always closer i ever thought it could can never see it coming the world i'm in is empty outside i think i choke somehow i can't help thinking there is no place for me (the noise in my head won't leave) "all fled--all done so lift me on the pyre the feast is over and the lamps expire." [Robert E. Howard (1906-1936)]