Euthanasia

As I wait, for sleep to coil me in its stoic silence every night,
I stare out, of my bedside window, to see the nefarious street light,
Taking away the one thing that I so long for.

Inveighing, against its placement in my mind, I stare on,
Knowing not, what I would be drawn into, come sunrise.

I pray for sleep, to surround me in all its euphemism,
And feed me, reality, only expurgated, to keep me, from losing my mind.

A car passes by. Maybe two.
The silence disturbed, for a few moments, beating back consciousness,
to a stopped heart, beating without cause.

I look out at the night, the endemic spreading through me,
As it coils me in its web, and puts me painlessly, to sleep.