Obituary

When night seems to wrap me in exhaustion, and I keep 
wishing I could start the day again, sleep takes its sweet 
time finding me; it's always bittersweet, it used to come 
so easily.
 For when I'm discovered, the fever starts all over. And 
death leaves dreams to be desired'
What could be more enticing than a painless ending? You 
don't need to rock me so fast;
I know the tremors haven't passed. It's not the fear that 
makes me tremble, but the sweat on my face you keep trying 
to wipe away. I've never been this cold.
If you could just lend me your eyes, then I might find the 
strength to see a different light. Or maybe I could close 
my lids without seeing the words burned onto the back of 
them: "You'll never find it, you'll never be found'"