Cycles

I

Empty days bleed
into sleepless nights
my mind must feed
on life's endless sights

II

Gray matters melt
the colors peak through
these feelings felt
I've glimpsed all that's true

III

My body shakes
the pain, too vivid
reality flakes
my wellness, livid

IV

These dark days bleed
into sleepless nights
ugly truth's seed
makes me cut the lights