Nonsense before Sleep

Love is ending my stairways in madness,
Finding no one exists in head.  Whose am I,
dodging death with raging alcohol and splintering in sex.
Poison is within me in unheard men.  I've kept hearts
in me like lunar light coming in windows and broken doors
at night - all after suffocating the day by closing me
off to worlds and hands on crawling men.

Men crawling on hands and worlds to off me, closing
by day the suffocating, all after night at doors - broken, and windows,
in coming light - lunar like me.  In hearts kept, I've men unheard in me,
within here is poison sex.  In splintering and alcohol, raging with death,
dodging, "I am whose head?"  Exists one, no finding madness in stairways,
my ending is love.