No rest for the wicked
By Midian
Sleepless night. Nightmares rule. Fatigue sets in. My life slows down. The river stops flowing. My mind is shattered. My soul has numbed. I am caged within myself. Sleep has become a dream, but how can you dream without sleep? When does it hit you? Deprived of rest. The dementia that kills. As I sit in the radioactive glow, created by my television. Nothing is on. Nothing matters. No rest for me. No redt for the world. Falling away from you all. SCREAMING!! But there is no sound. There is nothing. Nothing but me. Written February 23rd, 2002 © on Feb 23 2002 02:08 PM PST, Shayne Robert Nelson 18 • 0 • 1
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"Sleepless night...."