A deep and lonely night

I open my eyes to nothing skies and a destruction runs through my blood, my body oblivious to the terror but I know. I know it ravages my mind for shreds of help. But since my body won't fight and I have no words. It tears and leaves all but ruins.

The destruction is a cry out in the night. A wingless bird unable to take flight. The destruction is leaving the lonely and the miserable in open flaming fields. A grasp for the extinguisher, but it sprays only gasoline. The destruction is rotting me from the inside out or the outside in. It claims me completely with a simple soft wind.

A scalpel to grace my chest and open to observe the falling black. I fear that if my doctor fails there'll be no going back. And I'm not awake but I'm still so aware of what feeds upon my body. An inability to consume the thought of anything holy. 

I close my eyes to sweet goodbyes, the sound of something coming. I stay wrapped, paralyzed by things that must control me. I know I mustn't fear it because fear is how it feeds. But I can't help but provide destruction with what it needs.