But a victim of night's out infamous thief,
I lie silently; fatigue-ridden eyes captivated by the ceiling above watching the textured paint swirl, menacing Rorschach blots creeping in and out of focus.
I slip from the grasp of my sanity,
consciousness suspended, swinging precariously from my frayed spinal cord above the chasm of repair hidden just behind my blank countenance.
engulfed by the snowy static, into the vast expanse; the rabbit hole of intrusive thoughts that gnaw holes in my decaying cerebrum.