Cure or Disease

Sleep hasn't visited me in days. It's like a friend that just stops coming around one day, without any explanation or reasoning. Just cuts you off, severs your ties. I've watched three sunrises and sunsets in order without so much as closing an eye. Let me tell you, it really sucks.

I haven't left the apartment. There's nothing but rain and murderers outside these doors, anyway. There's certainly no God out there to keep me safe, to bring out the shining sun once and for all. I'd much rather stay locked up and away, left to my own thoughts--maybe even a few that I don't know where they derived from.

I can't tell if these noises I keep hearing are a curse or a blessing. No one can tell me.

Fuck, this ringing-in-my-head shit really needs to stop.