Every night is spent fighting eyelids. Dear Lord, please don't let me repeat that same old dream. The one where I'm trying to save a life that saved mine... that's already passed away. I'm so tired of kicking in my sleep, screaming myself awake.
Giving hell to alarm clocks. My Juliet has cat eyes, and I'm restless without her stare. Sleeping pills to make me feel alive, to pass the time. Counting down towards her return.
