Tick and tick
as the clock lingers
I stare at the candle,
the candle that burns
to grants me with light,
the light that I gave up on,
at the first breaths of this night.

The granite
beneath my feet
sidles and erodes
with every passing second.
and I peer at the ceiling
yearning for somebody
to provide
one helping hand.

Never have I
longed for sleep
as of this night,
for its been months
I crave for it's sight.
But then I see him,
right...