Tick and tick
as the clock lingers
I stare at the candle,
the candle that incinerates
to bestow me with light,
the light that I gave up on,
at the first breaths of this night.

The granite
beneath my feet
sidles and erodes
with every passing second.
and I peer at the ceiling
yearning for somebody
to provide
one helping hand.

Never have I
longed for sleep
as of this night,
for its been months
I crave for it's sight.
But then I see him,
right before my eyes
as if he were the only moon
of a million skies.

Like a blooming lily
in a puddle of abyss,
He sleeps right before me
wrapped by a quilt of peace.
I so envy him
with every bit of my might,
for I lack what he holds
despite how hard I fight.

And to perplex me
and to add to my fears,
a voice inside me groans
while yelling
"How can you sleep,
when you haven't woken up
in years?"

Now he stands
the only one
who knows how to sleep,
so I keep asking him
but to add to my miseries,
corpses do not speak.

So I keep staring at him,
while this one question
gulps me down as a whole,
"Why does a body sometimes die
leaving behind it's soul?"

-thewordplayer