Screams in the night
And this time they’re not mine
It’s hard to tell terror from delight
It’s harder to believe everything will be fine
Sigh in the night
Plant your head in your hands
There’s no tunnel, there’s no light
I tire of watching the hourglass’s heavier sands
Collapse at morn
Too much still left to do
All this is from what was born?
Mix Nyquil with coffee and maybe we’ll make it through
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