Author's note: Ahhh! The end is near! We are finally getting to the point where Cybil leaves...
Disclaimer: Wo mei you yi ge Matrix- that's chinese for 'i don't have the Matrix', I don't think it's entirely accurate!

Sleepless torture

'Deep in the bosom of the gentle night
Is when I search for a light
Pick up my pen and start to write
I struggle I fight dark forces in the clear moonlight.
Without fear-
Insomnia.
I can't get no sleep...'
'Insomnia'- Faithless

Many hours have passed since their peak-
And Cybil is still awake.
Her bones ache and creak with every movement.
Her sinewy flesh is contorted in a thousand excruciating cramps.
She groans and croaks in the suffocating cold air.
She drudges aimlessly through many hours of this torture.

Throughout the still, early morning-
Cybil slowly begins to hallucinate.
Gradually slipping out of all sanity...

The worms regurgitate.
Washing and wiping the spew over her eyes.
They mix and blend and intertwine-
Creating new and alien hues.

Her brain feels like a sponge.
In which two hands are squeezing all logical thought out.
It hurt amazingly to even blink.
The night has now transformed.
Instead of being her watcher, her protector-
It is now her nether world.
And this room, is the torture chamber.