Restless; Graceless

I've all but quit sleeping;

I'm walking dead.

This is the secret I've been keeping:

I'm sick in the head.

I wander scorched earth; dark hills -

I'm restless; graceless.

I see barren land the farmer tills,

And his children starving; faceless.

It's a lonely night, this one -

The darkness does oppress.

Silence here before the sun

Leaves me too much time to obsess.

An oily sheen covers me; I'm drowning in black.

I asphyxiate quietly - there's no going back.