Despite my best efforts, I could not go to sleep. The thoughts that ran through my head are like freight trains that were always going with no destination or a care in the world. My eyes are pounding and my head is sore. Though here I am. Still awake and still here. I nudge myself mentally to get up from where I laid. Yup. Still awake. I sigh and turn back to the bed and shake my head in disbelief. Serious, somethings got to give eventually. But then again, that's the problem. Something does always give and usually it is never in the the direction you want. Either way, sleep eludes me. I'm still awake and left to dwell on my dark and demonic thoughts. I hate that. Dark and profane. You would think that one such as I would eventually push past the depression and work my way to the light. Lo and Behold though I cannot. Shocking? Hardly. Disappointing? Greatly. Either way, I eagerly await the warm and sweet soft embrace of slumber over this horrid existence between my dreams and nightmares. I hate glass eyes. They give me headaches when I wear them.
Maku the Dark Community Member 
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