the night crawls on
                              pulling me deeper and darker
                              into the chilling layers of my mind
                              where you can get lost
                              in the sheets of shadowy, ebony silk
                              and the shadows crouching, ready to leap;
                              where my thoughts are always turning
                              into the treacherous thieves 
                              of my soul's sacred sanity
                              
                              and these twisted thoughts
                              forge an equally twisted crown of wild roses—
                              thorns and velvet scarlet,
                              placing it on my head,
                              forcing me to believe i reign over them
                              with a steady hand—
                              but i'm anything but steady,
                              and i start to feel the tremors
                              barreling through my bones,
                              fueled by the thoughts
                              trembling their way
                              down the familiar pathways
                              of anxiety aches and 
                              the porcelain pain that's hard to hide
                              when it breaks—
                              
                              won't you let me,
                              dear anxiety,
                              sleep tonight?
                              push me along
                              on a raft
                              alone and bright like
                              a shot-down shooting star
                              bobbing on a moonlit river
                              brimming with lost memories
                              that can't touch me,
                              where i can drift
                              into dreams
                              with a dove 
                              fluttering free
                              against golden skies
                              and with a mind 
                              that's just as free
                              of its rusted chains,
                              where i can dwell
                              as myself
                              and nothing more,
                              where loneliness 
                              meets a quiet love
                              and where anxiety 
                              can't follow me
                              into my sweet realities
                              softened with sleep
                              
                              i wrote this at midnight last night hehe:) hope you like it<3
                              
                              love,
                              mari
                                      
                                          
                                   
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