Dim-Light Melatonin Onset

You lay unconscious in your bed, eyes shut.

You await that moment when sleep consumes you;
That endearing instant when melatonin is released into your bloodstream,
Lulling you submissively into the subconscious.
As time fails to pass, but sits at a standstill in front of you, painting a portrait of your disdainful demeanor,
You come to the slow realisation of the fragility of the human mind.

Putrid thoughts infiltrate your shrinking mind,
Like soldiers folding out onto an empty battlefield.
Paranoia sets in as you are made aware of your solitude.


The darkness around you seems ever growing, ubiquitous even;
It whispers coldly into your ear, lustfully drawing you in;
Pushing you down with its overpowering hands.
As the mass of negativity traps you entirely, swinging forcefully over your head,
You pull your knees towards your chest-
Embracing yourself for the worst, in fetal position.


At this point it is as though your cranium has dissolved,
leaving your cerebral cortex bare, naked.
Images, questions and nulled theories are shot at you, like arrows from a bow;
They pierce through your stream of consciousness,
Liberating all that you had hidden away under layers of masking and paint.


By now your pupils have dilated fully,
As tunnels open to traffic, misdemeanor.
And your senses are exposed to the reality that the emptiness is ever present;
In your world,
In your environ,
In that core hollow, you seem to call 'soul'.