foil.The bathroom mirrorshows only the truth.It's the heart thatdistorts whatwe see.
excuses."Up so late? You really should sleep earlier."I wish I could.The softness of the pillow,the smell of cloth. Withevery glance, they beckon.How they mock me.My shoulders ache. My arms,plagued by lethargy, slumplifelessly beside me.Sleep. Sweet rest!Alas, my duty comesbefore such trivial needs.There will be time for sleep later.Constant vigilance.The moon and the stars,I must look after them.Who will guard them,keep them away fromhostility, if I were tosuccumb to sleep?
cold front.Umbrellas of rainbow, colorthe dull grey that is the sky.Rain boots dash about.Squish, squish, squish,breaking the monotonouspitter patter of rain drops.Just another rainy day.Another uneventful day spentmindlessly tracing circlesupon the dewy window.Save this memory for a sunny day, forme. So I won't forget.
waited for so long.I know the path to my heaven.Each turn, every step, I know it allby heart.But I hesitate.For every step forward,I take a hurried step back,trapped in a never ending dance.Chained by fear, shackled by self-doubt.I know the path to my heaven,but I am unable to reach it.
slips into slumber.That light breeze, settingthe sweet scented grassablaze in a majestic waltz.A sea of billowing emerald.I felt it all. The coolness,the sharp pricks uponmy cold kissed cheeks.I am still alive. Why?Alive once more. Like some madreincarnate process gone awry.Same body. Same memories.Nothing's changed.The somber song of the Nightingalebreaks the still silence; I am awake.It's all so clear now. I remember it all,down to the most minute of details.The fault was mine and mine alone. Itwas never yours. I was so blind. Youwere the victim, not me. I was theroot of this madness, deliverer of pain.Pain. Pain.A stark reminder of my existence.Is this but a twisted dream, elaboratelyorchestrated by my equally twisted mind?Or is it just the beginning of a life sentencethat I must serve as penance for my sins?
the insomniac...So many days spent in torment.Those sleepless nights, tossingand turning overa cold, drenched pillow.The silence. That was it.Slippery 'neath my grasp,I couldn't push it away.I died that night.I placed the blame on you.Twisted my already gnarledlogic and placed it all upon you.I was free. I could finally rest.That was the end. Or so I thought...