The Toll

The impending darkness angers my tired soul, As my shaking hand pays the devils's toll, My only true drug is sleep deprivation, As I can't find a travel agent to book my mind's vacation, When most are sleeping I feel alive, It's the only time I can leave this world behind, My body still aches from the night before, with a vague recollections I cannot restore, I stare out the window at the world below, It's enshrouded in darkness and darkness I know, Through the years I've made improvments everyone can see, But during that time I learned I can never fix me, Some things in this world are mean't to be broken, So I reach in my pocket for one last token, The devil nods with an approving grin, As I start down the path of worldly sins, Suddenly I stop dead in my tracks, Because I realize I didn't leave breadcrumbs to lead myself back, Matthew Ray Grode