When I wake up with heavy eyes
I immediately feel the repercussions
Of sleeping on a bed of thorns
Tis painful to wake in the morn'
Needle talons scraping through
To my layers within
When I clamber into the cocoon
No thorns are to be seen
But when I shakily wake
The thorns are flourishing
A force from somewhere
Lifts me up onto my feet
To wearily face another day
To drown in the sludge that repeats
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