There is a mosquito in my room...

It shouldn't be here, its winter after all.
I can't see it now, but I know it's here.
It's been here for years actually.
It's annoying, It always bites the worst places, and when I cover them it bites everything else.
It does it in a way, so I can't move on.
I tried different methods to scilence the constant buzzing I keep hearing from it, but It didnt work for long.
I almost hurt myself while trying to **** it, because I've had enough.
Recently It bites less, but it hurts like hell.

Man I hate that thing, I wish it went away,
I really do...

Bzzzzzzt...

Where do we go when we all fall asleep,
a different universe? one-way cosmic trip?
It's deep in our minds it runs throguh our veins,
yet once fully woke up, oh nothing remains.
And God, how I wish I could harvest this dream,
escape from reality and perish unseen.
But everything good alweys comes to an end,
and even a dream can becoma a torment.

Yet another evening that turns into night
and the thoughs in my head that want me to die.
Oh no.
God no.

How deep does, the rabbit hole go?
The question, the answer I really wish to know.

Is there a glow,
that one can follow,
or is there just emptiness,
that will always  feel – shallow.

There must be a judge, a jury, a...
No.
God, no.

There isn’t anyone and when you die you’re just dead.
The only thing that matters:
“Live your life with no regret!”

No god.
Just no.

the issue begins when some men believe,
that giving them birth, was another’s mischief.

No.
Please no.