I will not fall asleep.
I'd rather resemble a ghost,
pale and thin and shaking,
Eyes bloodshot and vision fuzzy,
Fingers twitching uncontrollably around lifeless air,
Than succumb to sleep.
With instant coffee and syrupy energy drinks as my defense,
I battle sleep,
Death's counselor,
For as long as i can before my limbs give out and my beaten body betrays me
YOU ARE READING
phobia.
PoetryWhat are you afraid of? Hi, I guess this is a series? Anyways, basically just a collection of poetry(?)/short stories that might(I said might!) have some sort of plot eventually.
