going to sleep

The room is dark, but it has always been, at least for the past few months.
Or was it years?
Dark images, blobs, a comforting pat on the head and a soft soothing sound,
But you cannot make out the words,
your world has gone soft and dark for a while now.
She is gone, but gone for a while, i don't understand.
She's not with me now, but at least the other is.
Voices, but you don't understand
You just want the pain to end. You know it is going to end and in that knowledge, you are relieved.
Jagged sobs, you hear the words, 'Good boy, it's going to be okay'.
And you understand Good. You used to be a good boy, when you finished your food, when you listened.
You know you are going to be fine.
Then, a strange hand touches you, but it is warm.
A sharp pain, but nothing really happens for a while.
You wait, the sleepiness washes over you like gentle waves upon the shore.
Lapping at you, calling you
You remember flashes, flashes in black and white, of grass, of sky, of people, of youth, of life, of ball and bones.
You remember people, others like you, but it is time.
Closer, closer, closer, and then, the pain is gone.
And you are free.