Lying Awake In The Early Morning, Dreaming

So much time is wasted by sleep. Funny how my body can't seem to just deal with that fact. Instead, I spend many a sleepless night staring into the black of a room, hearing the soft drone of cars breeze past into the thick of the night, and find myself dreaming, eyes still open, and soul still held close, restless to get away from the acceptance of that which is so close to death. This seems to be where my best material comes from, funnily enough. Get ready for the emo.