Night-Time Torture
Every night he went to bed
Just like his mama taught him
But, the nights had changed
They filled with sensations
Extreme emotions and experiences
Some good and some were bad
They all came for one reason
To stop him from falling asleep
His blessing came with the rising sun
The warm yellow light filled his room
And relaxed his mind
So, like the vampires of olden days
He slept the sleep of the dead
Waiting for the sun to set
Only then could he start his day
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