Cinerous Drops of November Rain.

The morning blushed, and peach streaks painted shadows.
That seeped through the lines of my closed violet drapes.
Stretching down the hall, where the Darkness is shallow...
And killing my slumber, as my eyes snapped awake.

Dreading dawn again, I could feel my heart yearning.
For the need down the hall, calling desperately in the rays.
Speaking boldly my name, desire began burning.
And I fell from my bed, drawn to the crimson haze.

Staggering down the tunnel, I was led to the light.
While the voice in my head, gave away it's position.
A glint on the table, laid the small men in white.
The ones that I knew, would source my submission.

Nothing became nothing, and they became everything...
As I submitted my soul to their deathly grasp.
I thrived from their use, and could feel my mind spiraling...
Growing limp in new moonlight, in Darkness' pale hands.

They whispered sweet dreams, and thrust me to the edge.
As sweat broke on my brow, and bugs crawled from behind.
Skittering towards me, I fell from the ledge...
Landing back in the room, as I snorted the next line.