Really Tired

I've come this far
4:00 on the neon green numbers of my digital clock
and my watched beeped ten seconds ago.
If I keep going
(i know i can)
what would be the worst case scenario?
Numb to the world tommorow
(my haze is already impenetrable).
And I'll stumble blindly
and trip on the grain of sand
solitary on the sidewalk
and when I hit the concrete
I will not mind my bloodied mouth
and the torrents will revitalize my tired soul.
Maybe dreams will come true
(if i can fall asleep)
and I will fall asleep.

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