“Let the ominous one find me, not to visit, but to finish. Brief, brutal, a silence carved from screams. Let the lock stay open, the air thick with rot and mercy. No more rehearsals of shame, no more days on this damned spinning rock. I've already died, but I wake too often. Let tonight be the last mistake. Let nothing ever come after.” TraumaMental IllnessInsomniaPsychosisExistential DreadSuicidal IdeationPoetic DespairBenzo HellEnd Stage SufferingKlonopin Withdrawal Book:The Dreamer Sleeps Without Dreaming Source: The Dreamer Sleeps Without Dreaming