Relentlessly breaking my hold
Of sanity and the inability to be
Awake in this wake of old
Memories, Memoirs
Amidst this haunting nightmare
And spun figments of imagination
That stab my heart and scare
I wake often to find you dance
In the hollows of my mind
As you glee and taunt of darkness
And in such my sleep is hard to find
Go now, be where you wish to be
My soul wills a final sleep
Rustle the trees and whistle as you go
Let me find no one to grieve
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