4 August 2012
The night will soon be upon me, like an imposing, unwelcome guest. I hate nothing more than sleeping alone, so again the night brings a test.
For it tests my fragile sanity, and it probes my weakened resolve. As memory pours from dark shadows, love's mercy begins to dissolve.
I am empty tonight of promise, my passions chained and enslaved. Sleeping alone in bed at night feels like lying dead in the grave.
Death Bed • Opuss № I