Chapter V. Amethyst
Insomniac
How did this happen
Why can't I even cry
I feel so far removed
I have retreated into myself
Too deeply to ever be retrieved again
I function on autopilot
Day to day, minute by minute
With but one thing to look forward to
Awaiting the escape of
Merciful sleep
And even that is elusive
I don't wish to die
Yet I am not living
Just barely existing
I wonder
How to summon to me
The godfairies of Sleeping Beauty
That I may slumber away
This pain
This suffering
This utter emptiness
Until he should come
And breathe life into me
Again.
