It's past noon now. I have put off sleep for hours, knowing as soon as I shut my eyes I'll be sucked into her.

Is this what they mean when they say there's no rest for wicked?

For I would give my nocturnal soul to be free of this tether that traps me behind her eyes when I sleep.

The sun has begun to creep back down from its zenith, and I can no longer deny the sandman and his perpetual companion the sorceress.

They will each have their way with me until I wake, when I will begin the final steps to take back what is mine: her.