Incisions

Still a draft... Basically everything of mine is a draft right now :)

When sleep, a thin, filmy haze
Hovers, intangible, at the edge of my grasp
the silence, a void still and dark
remains the beating of my heart
Awakening shivers deep inside
That travel up my spine, blue electric currents
I can see them through myself, translucent
Exciting wisps of half-formed thought
Tingling, drives each sense awake
Until the void is alit with pensive swirling thoughts
Lit too brightly to ignore and fall into peaceful, illusive sleep
Then is the night alive with whispers
That tug at the film of my consciousness
Begging me to take my pen and make incisions
small at first then growing deeper
Into the veins of ink where these tangled thoughts lie
And weave the web of words that is my craft