Sometimes it looks like help Other times it looks like a way out I can't figure it out If it's the little things that set me off Or if I'm just not numb enough Temptation; I'm tempted Hardened to stone At least it's the company I need Comforting me to sleep Shutting the curtains And weighing the eyelids Its black and its quiet Covers up like a blanket Too heavy to push off Too engulfed to get up Resistance and will Embrace the subtle thrill The uncertainty of never waking up I've just been trying to quit Whatever that means Hurt is a commodity