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.