Ode of the Lifeless
An empty hourglass lies broken.
No sleep descends on me at all.
Thoughts are cruel, endless river.
My eyes are wide, like open moons.
Each clock tick is a distant noise.
The world outside is still sleeping.
I yearn to fall from consciousness.
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