Over the Plateau.

Whoa!
You really need some sleep.
Slack jawed and wide-eyed
don't let them take it all,
will you?

Are you privy to ghosts
and goblins
within the walls,
or did your brain just not
cooperate?

Did you forget how to breath?

Or did the night simply,
make its way under your doorstep
trickling down the walls,
encasing everything.

It can sneak up on you like that,
the dark.

set off a brutal alarm for every useless
trinket
traded for with a portion of a life.

Something about that just doesn't sit quite right
with me.
And it doesn't look as though, either,
like it sits that right with you.

With your
red-eye hallucinations,
slight delirium,
in which you find some strange sense of peace.

Breathe.