Wide awake I lie,
conscious to it all,
unconscious to many.
Forget the rest.
Sleep is but a foreshadowing,
a prelude to death's sweet song.
A wasting of precious seconds.
Tear from me and break free.
Bond is set.
For a moment,
one glimmer of hope
cast in my direction.
Moments later,
the rug has been shaken,
pulled out from under us all.
The damned, how crude of you.
Leave my life, forget my soul
in which you fiendishly feed.
Until tomorrow, cast away fleeting thoughts
the many unanswered prayers
the sobs of many, rising up with the noon-day star.
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