Can't wake up from this one because I'm not asleep. Everyday I find myself in my worst nightmare. The pictures follow me around, smiles of a child who believed, stare back at the adult who failed. Everything I vowed that I shall not be is turning into what I find myself forced into being. And the knowledge destroys me over and over, a hell that burns with flames ever lasting.

Can't stay, can't leave. Sleep is a depletable furlough. Its cousin sings such a alluring lullaby, whispering ways to visit when my feet gives, knees and tears be damned.