Sleep

A human's repose. The tranquility of the night, gathered in the mind. A time for rest, recuperation, regeneration. But not for me.


The angels of the dark plague me in the absence of light, haunting me with words past. Words not to be mentioned, but were. Words to be mentioned, but weren't. Decisions, gone and buried, back to claw at my conscience.


The night is no longer peaceful.