The words, distraught
I am weaker than surrender
I am always in retreat
It's all too much
And this sinister terror
Is in every thought
I try to forget
The emotion is everywhere
With the intensity of neon light
Slashing across
A dark grey background
I do not need the sunrise
To summarise
I can do fine at night

Far too much time
Wasted on anxiety
And shock
It's easier to answer
With a sigh

Last night I did not
Die in my sleep.