Rigamortis Is Setting In......

3:46 am

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.

3:50 am

sagging,weary eyes peering through meer slits.

My body begs for sleep paralysis.

I give instead deprivation.

3:55 am

Inhaling just 0.20 more milligrams of formaladehyde.

A cyanide induced coma.

Rigamortis is finally setting in.

Sleep sweet.......

The End

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