When I lay down,


Sheets,
Surrounding and succumbing to my wim.
They are the cold caress that sounds me to sleep
and the catastrophic catacombs which keep me restrained.

Sounds that barely passed through time.
Ticking past the seconds while I waited all night.
Thoughts of chimes as cold as ice, soon freezing me to mere moments.
There is never enough, and they understand that.

I stay secluded in these Sounds of Silence.
My thoughts collide with the carelessness they present.
Every night,
another fight.
With the frost that fractures what remains.

All around,
All beneath,
All beside,

My thoughts,
Still entrapping these Sheets between my heart.