Sleep
Time slows
The clocks ticking comes to a close
Every keystroke
Just echoes
Looking down upon your hands
Your flickering vision
Seems to dance
Lay yourself down to sleep
Just drift into those peaceful dreams
The attempt to resist the night
Comes to a halt
As your body seems to die
That gun goes off in your mind
As the blackness flows through your eyes
Your hands
Your desk
It all goes bye-bye
The sudden shock
Of mornings light rays
Pierces the black walls
That shrouds your eyes
You open them and color fills
But there is still no answer to the question all seek
The one where death is the only key
The question is
Am I awake?
Or asleep?
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