He is or he isn't?

He’s going to do it, he’ll drink.

Or he won’t.

Think of me, that is.

He’ll do it.

We won’t last.

This wont work,

Nothing will suffice anymore,

These thoughts are the ones that linger after a long day

When I’m lying restless, to sleep.

And it seems like an impossible activity,

Because something infects my brain

And melatonin

Will not suffice

But this time,

I will die on the inside

A little less

This time,

Because I will expect it, and I’ll have known already

What exactly that faction of terror feels like.