poetic narcotics for a closet nihilist

Irrelevant

Buzzing sounds,
Fill my room,
A gentle snore,
A roaring monsoon.
Darkness is pierced by a light
A shadow will caress my blinds tonight.
But through a peephole,
I see a shape,
Figures dancing,
Hands stretching,
Cold.
Warm.
Irrelevant.
My eyes roll back
Insomnia won't budge
thoughts are scattered,
and yet calm,
Awake.
Asleep.
Irrelevant.