Slumber
Alone I stare
The ceiling of my room
Thoughts running wild
As a beast left loose
It attacks your mind
Leaving a deep wound
Tears of your eyes
Sprinkle salt on too
Right on time
The darkness decides
To aquaint you with
It's poisonous conscience
Yearning the god
To give me strength
I await for my slumber
To tend to my wounds
I await for my slumber
To tend to my wounds
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