The words to the story blend
And the music
Is now just noise
My lips begin to chap
And my eye lids feel heavy
I'm tired
Sleep deprived
But I'm tired
I'm so tired
I'll always be here
Though I have fewer words
And they fade quickly
Meaningful
Yet
Are the meaningless to you?
I'm tired
Questioning
How I'm still awake
Even my own words blend
And the music is a mess of noise
My music is getting harder to hear
It's getting harder to stop the shaking
Here I go again
Blurring vision
Numbing hands
Pounding heart
The words are blending
What's left to write
When music
Is just sound?
