Backs turn away
Feel only shame
In solitude
She treads again
It calls for her
Solace in gold
Forget the gnawing
And numb the escape
She's longing for slumber
Prospect of eternity
Deserving of rest
All but pretext
Rational thought
Slowly vacates her mind
A grip so fragile
Now plainly slipping
Away
Are we the weak?
We see her vascillate
Bystanders of fatigue?
Or just the ones who push her over the edge?
She's longing for slumber
Prospect of eternity
Deserving of rest
All but pretext