Desultory

Must slip into
The realm of slumber
I am not tough enough
To stay awake
And face your wrath.

The vacuous stares
Hidden beneath your eyes
Unleashed again
To send the ripples
Of nothingness
Through my desultory being.
Every word not enunciated
Thrusts me more
Towards my demise.
And yet the words evade
Putting me in sleep
Letting me forget
To discern the life from death.