Do you feel it? The pervasive vibration that makes your insides cringe and reject all the love you think you’ve put in.
Do you smell it? The putrid smell of failure, of crying, of trying but never holding on to all that you win.
Do you taste it? The foul taste from the cup that you’d sworn was pristine.
Do you see it? The demons that hide, safe and quiet in your dreams, their shadows remaining though your mind is wiped clean.
Do you sense it? The sneaking sensation that you could just be right.
Do you want it? The hope that the dawn may still defeat the night.