Banished.

Missing the medication of 

              a midnight massacre, 

  The cravings of dreams farewelled my sleep,

Agelessly frantic on the promise of 

                                     full moon,

                                         of escape,

                                                 of purity, 

  I scrub the skin of my hands

(And) Beneath the flesh

                 lies the blatantly

                                          banished. 

Reviews

[Melaniespace]

I really enjoy the first line, the power of the M's is prominent. . It's a good read and the way you structured it really relates to the fragmented thoughts of sleepless nights.