All, a Sleepy Hollow

Not even sleep will wrap its arms around me. 
Laying here, broken, bleeding, tears flow free. 
All I've ever known is crushed between your hands, 
Like my neck, as I get lighter, lighter,
Till I'm a sleepy hollow rising up to nothing, nowhere. 

I long for the sweet embrace of somnia, 
But there's no one left to hold me.
Only a memory of you, shattered to pieces, 
Lodged in the forefront of my mind like shards of glass, 
Out of reach, killing me, taunting me like eternity. 

It's what Dante couldn't dream. It's all I ever long for.