Sleepless Nights
The patronizing clock,
It ticks and it tocks.
I lay here in a daze,
My thoughts go insane.
My dreams are standing still,
Watching,
Waiting,
As my sleep runs away.
The thoughts running through my mind,
Too fast to stop.
Like a canary in a cage,
I'm trapped in the dark.
Wondering what eyes gaze upon me.
What horrors may beseech me.
What horrible hand may reach out,
Cutting my years short with a young and tragic death.
There's no difference from my eyes being opened or closed,
All the things I do not know.
How I wish for the light to come save me
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