Exhaustion
Is a plight of ceaseless dragging
Driven along
Through the hollow void
The ethereal sway of fever dreams

The bleak nothingness
Frays and yields
Revealing its offerings
Its peculiar, perplexing gifts

It is truly mad
The effortless slithering
The savagery of tumbling
Hurdling through sleep

Ghastly figures
Dance wildly at the helm
Upon the threshold of undoing
As sanity loosens with haste

Free from solid ground
Neon-colored wisps
Guide me along
Where I cartwheel forward
Never truly knowing
The tranquility of slumber