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Insomniac

I lie awake
At four o' three
Not willing to take
The plunge of sleep

Too dark to devour
Yet too light to return
Your oxygen turns sour
Your stomach will churn

Fear not of the closet
Or under the bed
Or that tiny, soundless dripping noise
And the little specks of red

Don't be afraid
Of what comes at sleep
Be afraid of
What promises will keep

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take

Now I lay me down to death
I pray the lord to take my breath
And if I live through this sorrow
I pray the lord my death tomorrow

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