Will sleep find me
Or will i fade into the screen in search of clever untold words.
Addiction takes over.
Snatches me with it's unruly claws and begs with no mercy to stay a moment longer.
sagging,weary eyes peering through meer slits.
My body begs for sleep paralysis.
I give instead deprivation.
Inhaling just 0.20 more milligrams of formaladehyde.
A cyanide induced coma.
Rigamortis is finally setting in.