Filler

Drunk with exhaustion
I stumble through the nights
Weary and in shambles
Creating incoherent dreams

Dragging my feet
Feeling an invisible march
Beyond physical tiredness
And mental demise

Stress is the pillow
I lie my heavy head upon
Clocks blurry the passed time
That worry calls me on

Anxiety overridden
Eating me alive
Since insides are only filler
Held up by my shadow