Fear of Sleep

He can rest when he's dead he always says.
It's the young person inside him. 
Her heart is only beating for him.
She'll go with his flow, because of his fear of sleep. 
They're only perfect for eachother because of selfish needs.
They're love speeds like a runaway on the run. Or a bullet full of lead aimed and fired at ones head.
She has her needs, and he has his, but who cares. 
He spends his time trying to live it up and avoid rest, because of his fear of sleep. Her life means nothing to him. She just looks good and sounds like an angel.