I can't feel the tips of my fingers
White noise in one ear
I can feel the dark masses coming
And I fear
The days of no joy
The nights with no laughter
The sleepless slumber
And whatever comes after
The morning sun hits with vengeance
And for a moment I float
But it's a fleeting moment of no passion
A brief end to all emotion
But it never ceases
Not even briefly
It never ends
Not completely
The incapability
And when finally I sleep
I do not dream
It is the last thing I hear
This is the sound of sleep deprivation
