• ::
    Driven into madness
    He paces the floor
    Concealed by the easily embraced Darkness
    Looking over his shoulder he sees the haunting face of the clock
    ::

    It reads...

    2:35 AM

    They disgust me
    Those insolent peons
    Curled up in their beds
    Experiencing the Great Gift of Slumber
    As I continue to pace this worn floor
    Ranting and Raving due to my unrelenting sleeplessness

    ::
    Another hour passes
    He now can be found curled in a corner
    Sitting in a pool of his own blood
    Once again he looks upon the clock
    ::

    It reads....

    3:47 AM

    Finally a moment of peace
    I finally feel....sleepy
    This is it....sleepless no more
    My mind will be at ease and....I will finally be
    ...Free

    ::
    Moments later he closes his eyes and drifts away
    The next day he was found dead
    Able to grace the land of dreams he was so unfamiliar with
    To sleep...
    Forever...
    ::