Nocturnal diaries

Dear Insomniac

Its good to see you're still so active. His sleeping patterns are still handicaped..with late nights sprinkled with  suicidal thoughts and day-nights with hooded jackets, flaired tantrums, isolation, a deep eerie feeling of loneliness and of course the scent of burning love-letters that seem to provoke him to willingly return to his Creators and listen to them mingle about his mundane life.

The 'Feelings' sent me a letter.

Dear Insomniac.

Thank you. For being so conscientious in your work. Due to your unadulterated skill, He has let down his gaurd and he actually thinks that things will be the same "this time".
I wish you were there when he ressurected us. It was the day after his death,before his soul turned pitch-black.
I felt his serenity leave his corpse,than the fake smiles returned as he coiled his body in a circular Greek-god pose next to the grave of his happiness.
I think we've killed him.

I can smell the stench of the valley of lost souls in his quivering voice everytime he lies to his friends about how "ok" he is.

I don't want to jinx it,but I think we've killed him.