S is for sleepless

She won't let me sleep despite feeling ill. She wants me to appreciate how I feel, unconsciousness would be a luxury.

What went wrong?
It was all going so well.
I'm a shadow of my former self
and the shrunken hollow shell
wonders if I curl up tight enough
will I disappear from this painfull hell?

Katy

(S is for Sympathique - Pink Martini)