My alarm begins to blare its endless refrain.
You stream in through my curtains and shake me by the shoulders.
But you can't wake me up.
Not today.
Not tomorrow.
Not ever.
I am here, but you can't see me.
Trapped in an eternal nighttime.
In an eternal sleep.
So I'm sorry, sun, but your cheery beams won't fall on me anymore.
They were wasted on me anyways.
Go give your light to someone who deserves it.
I have all the light I need.
The stars illuminate the wound on my stomach.
The sun illuminates the knife by my bed.