tale to tale

Heavy brows hold active eyes
And keep my body from falling –
Imagination runs freely
Like a infinite slideshow.
Any chance to start the silence
Is shortly met with colours dancing,
Future woes and past loves,
An unavoidable bible of me.

I wish to collapse into my nothingness,
My beautiful realm of unparalleled fiction.
To stand in the waters of home, refreshed,
While I lay lifeless in my concrete cradle.
My fingertips slow with every breath,
However short and stifled it may be,
They’ve worked to the bone,
And overnight their flesh can remould.

Darting eyes shift through the electric night,
Catching objects faint in sight,
A gallery of home relics that morph,
Hunting a new meaning for sport.
But if these visions could just cease,
And remain still behind my eyelids
My mind could start to power down,
Knowing it can rest and lower the threat.

But all of this is a further delay,
Because I should be fucking sleeping.