It's over she says as she watches me convulse with sobs and it's the only thing she sees the things she doesn't see is how this has happened before how worthless I feel to the world how I've cried myself to sleep before and I still have no idea why that I feel so E M P T Y like a rusted cog in the clockwork she thinks that if I S N A P M Y F I N G E R S it's going to end that it's all just a BAD DREAM that I'll sleep off but the difference between THIS AND A N I G H T M A R E is that I can't wake up