He will be missed.
Location: Gamma Cephei.
Speaker: Qu'arm Vee-tch.
"We regretfully report the death of Jack Volante, from the Sol system. His talents weren’t appreciated by his fellow Earthlings. In response, our Supreme Leader has decided to send an invasion force to wipe out all sentient life on the planet. ETA, fifteen-thousand years.”
Symptoms of Sleep
Waiting,
he watched her in her deepest sleep
Holding her hand,
Kissing her cheek,
But from this sickened slumber, she would not wake
so he fell,
Defeat
He assumed it all started as a thought,
a thought that was fed and fueled and founded her current existence,
That she could concur it with resistance,
That it was merely a matter of persistence,
When really,
this sickened slumber seeped and creeped and trickled through her veins,
Corroding her mind,
Her muscles restrained,
the shadow of a feeling
that drove her insane
But what was to blame?
He searched and sought for the cause
If not in her mind, if not one of her flaws,
what was taking her away,
Where was she getting lost?
Upon her it fell like darkness,
Wading her way through, tied down by the guilt of her weakness,
Struggling to go on,
she began to feel lifeless
Untraceable, unbearable
she fell further into the sleep
And from the inside,
she watched
as he watched,
Admitting defeat