It was because every waking dream seemed to take me further away from you,
I stopped the entire procedure of the brain functioning that brings about dreams.
But, sleep, it's a natural instinct. We can't do without it, like air or water.
More like going without food, sleeplessness is like a drug.
But slowly like a bulimic, I'm realizing the insomnia is getting under my skin.
I am afraid I will end my life, but then I know it will take you away from me.
Of course you were never mine to begin with, but there is a hope. There was always that.
Now that will be gone as well. Dying will be the final nail in my coffin. Oh no. That's metaphorical.
I will literally burn, and so will my love for you, or whatever monstrosity
You believe me to be, will perish with me.
But I want to live. I want to see how this wager turns out. A game of bluff.
A tryst with destiny. Funny, to think of facebook that met us as the forger of fates.
I am cold and sleepless now, with a heavy heart that has just learnt that hatred is a powerful thing.
But I want to sleep, I want to dream of you. I want to dream again, how it was...how it was...how it was...