Deprived of Sleep

Eyes watery, drowsy with the days sights. red with desperation they plead for sleep. but it averts my gaze and wonders elsewhere. Neglected, they shut down- wallowing in the depths of my sockets leaving sullen impressions colored purple. I am awake, I've been for some time now, exaustion drains the color from within. my skin,translucent, absent of color you can see the inner workings of my mind for i am see-through. It is within my mind the very thing that deprives me of sleep it is the memory of you, that gives me fear of sleep.