when the post-traumatic insomnia strikes

i have a couple of monsters that live under my bed

they have arms so long, they can play with every inch of my pale broken skin

the most frightening can reach beneath the surface

squeezing every vessel, every organ to its limit

i’ll scream in agony

the black horses will ride by

singing songs in my honor, in tune with my cries

they’ll pass by marching and so will the time

i’ll scream in relief that that was the last line

but i’ll know that the song will never end

there will always be an encore

another to begin

so what am i holding on for?

you ride those horses and you sing their lullabies

you’re not a saint

so i don’t need to live this lie

it’s perfectly okay for me to say goodbye

it’s okay to banish monsters like you

you can’t keep me up at night

so this is our farewell

an end to the suffering you cause and the music you make

a goodbye to you and a goodnight for me