• Why is it that I never sleep?
    Tormented by the ache of
    Inspiration coursing through my veins.
    Yet somehow it stays buried.
    Deep inside the catacombs of my
    Mind, whose slumber deprevation it contains.

    To some, this is a young day.
    But to this sorrowful soul it is the
    Latest of another night's lament.
    My thoughts come out in code.
    A language of which I can not
    Decipher. So yet another chance to dream is spent.

    When will my thoughts drift away?
    All I wish for is my mind to
    Rest. Just as my body wishes to as well.
    The concept of slumber is long forgotten.
    But as I lay, my conscience starts to
    Fade. But shall I rest? Well, only time can tell.

    Sleep now, my Darling.
    How else can you escape?