This time of the night, or technically post midnight, I should be asleep and effectively free of feeling hungry, however I'm neither of the above.
Awake and starving.. perhaps a good bout of sleep shall cure this disease.
But where art thou dear sleep? Come. Ensnare me. Ravage me. Mutilate me with dreams, bruise me with nightmares.
Sleep, come ink me with your nyx talons, gouge me deep into a reverie I've seldom known . Staple my eyes with crepuscular pins of nocturnal doom. Glue my lids with sooty tar of viscous nighttime resin.
Come forth and humble me. Take me right now. Here as I lay, waiting your heaving embrace to cave me into a place I long to be.
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