Dreaded action
Happening after a long day
Fighting against tiredness
Against softness of light
Sleep…
Nightmares…
Pain…
Why can’t I be rid of this
The crawling sensation across my skin
I should no longer feel this
It was so long ago
But I still feel
I still dream
Phantom bruises still linger
The pain is there when I wake
But it’s slowly fades
I am unharmed
But if I fall asleep again..
The pain will awake
Must I sleep?
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Sleep, those little slices of death, how I loathe them.
Edgar Allan Poe
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Sleep, those little slices of death, how I loathe them.
Edgar Allan Poe
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