How can I have a steady hand
when I'm trying to balance on this obsession?
Caught on this edge between insanity and
delight.
This sweet embrace --
sleep, death, love
I'm an insomniac
I don't want to die
I need you.
I've fallen too hard on this bed of nails
Toss and turn, and it only leads to more pain
I need escape, I need refuge,
but I want to be hunted.
Instead, I'm just bait.
I need a direction to run,
I need a mirage on the horizon
Something to look forward to,
since there's nothing behind me.
This ground won't collapse as I run
like some cliched cartoon,
but this ground offers no comfort.
Just a barren field, worthless and unexciting
with boundaries stretching past sight.
I need a direction to run.
I can't find myself in this unintelligible waste,
I've lost it finally.