Manufactured Sleep

Concentrate.

swallow hard

feel it creep in

a black expanse behind your eyelids

begging you to come closer

that slow burning heat that starts at your fingertips and flushes your face

that aching warmth pulsing through your veins

and the bitter residue resting on your tongue

until it floods you

so thoroughly you don’t feel a thing

just that heavy blazing pulse

filling up and numbing your void

until all you feel

is weightless, scorching light