I fail to see the difference
Between death and isolation
Both lead to a bitter truth
Sensory Deprivation
If I can't feel a thing
Then I am everything you made me
I am the memory that the sun had forgotten
I am the broken wings of a raven
Will you ever feel those fleeting moments?
Of hope, of joy, of something more
Only to remember you haven't slept in days
I wanted something more for us
And for that
I'll never sleep again