Sleep
Time slows,
The clock’s ticking comes to a close,
Each keystroke;
Just echoes...
Looking down upon your hands
Your vision flickers
Making them dance.
Lay yourself down to sleep
Lead yourself into those peaceful dreams.
The attempt to resist the night
Failed.
The blackness flows through your eyes
Your hands,
Your desk
All go bye-bye
And the walls crash down...
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