I cant sleep because I know if I allow my restless eyes to fall he might stir from his slumber. This is highly illogical but still I wait and watch in the darkness. Heart racing as my adrenaline ticks and causes my body to quiver. I think of more and more ways to see His funeral, even his heart stops In my happy mind. That is until I blink through my fantasy and watch his corrupted body fall and rise in a horrible race with the air conditioner. I can't hear but his snoring overwhelms the noises in my head. I want it to stop, his breathing it has to stop. I pick at my feelings, trying not to let my tongue make the best of me. I'm too weak in my sluggish state to even think about taking action besides for now he only sleeps. Sleeps his worries away like he has done no wrong. Sleeps off the rotting drink that made him slur. His mind was clouded but now that he rest he seems so at peace. There's never been a time where I wished him to be happy because as he smiles we are set back by heavy weights. As long as he smiles I will never see happiness, well not until I see his end.
