She curses me to slumberless nights.
When I fall asleep, I dream of a wretch, me.
I dream of those who’ve denied my heart.

The two who told me
I was cold,
and nothing was to be found within.
My heart had no fire.

How is it I continue?
Am I on autopilot?
Am I really insincere?
Is my love dead?
Have I been fooling myself?

Now I am doomed
to repeat this cycle
of sleeping in
and finding any fix.
Staying out forever.
Trying to go to bed.
Stomach aches.
Head splitting.

Falling.
Falling.

Far from grace.
Back to the depths
that I am so
familiar with.

Oh boy!