Hypnos
Sleep has become a thing of fear,
the Darkness is so frightening here.
Uncertainty creeps over me-
am I awake, or still asleep?
Do I exist just in a dreaam?
Sleeping makes me want to scream.
No longer does it bring me rest,
to me, it is to much like death.
My soul's unsure as what is real,
a terrifying, dark Ordeal.
On sleep I unleash a Coup de Grace,
Inducing my Insomnia.
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