There’s a crack that gently creeps,
Across the ceiling while I sleep,
Planning an ambush to eat me.
There’s nothing I can say,
To stop the slow decay,
Of the shelter over me.
I dream that it opens up,
Swallows me in one quick gulp,
That empty black void and me.
Nightmare’s there as my eyes glaze,
Stays with me through every day.
Must be something wrong with me.
Perhaps it’s happening for real,
Truly that’s the way it feels.
This dark space melting onto me.
If that’s true it’s done its worst.
I guess it doesn’t really hurt.
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