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SLEEPLESS |
I try to sleep
but the Daemons come
they plunder, they keep
all that was serene
all that was calm
amongst the mists
of my blurry dreams
they surge on
with a fierceness
mocking at my eyes
that close from the unforgiving light
sweeping away
at my efforts
that welcome the emptiness of
oblivion
they reach unfailingly
to all that was hidden
of my sorrows
of my pain
and dance without pity
against the bleakness
of my grave
Perhaps once more
I shall try to sleep
my soul is weary
my courage spent
but the Daemons come
the Daemons come
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