[ WP ] `` I do n't sleep . '' He/She said .

He did n't sleep anymore. He said to himself. No one was around to hear it. He was alone on the cliff-side, his feet dangling freely over the abyss. The large waves crashed against the rocks below him without end, an intoxicating rhythm. The low rumble, the high piched whine of the spray, it was like music. An urge overcame him, an urge to contribute. He whipped out his guitar. 
 
 “ I DONT SLEEP ANYMOREEEEEEEE ” He screeched at the top of his lungs as he began his guitar solo. “ I DONT SLEEP. I DONT SLEEP. DONT SLEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPP ” Then he began to make guttural noises, groans and moans, all along to the sound of the sea. 
 
 Death metal was his life, and he did n't sleep anymore. 
 
 Hello. I am not a good writer. 
 

