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Sleep serves nothing but to haunt the mind
The black of your soul seeps out
And smothers all the light
Every fear swirls darkly
Every hope drowns in thickly tar
Breathing morbidity
As I lie here
Tiredness chokes me
As I succumb
I bite down ******* reality
Desperately afraid
The darkness of my soul
Won't let me go.
 Nov 2013 Elton Mascarenhas
me
When the skies are grey, my worries fade away
For only in the darkest of nights can I shine bright like the day

And when there is a raging storm I shall peacefully sleep
Though in the brightest of times, I will always weep

— The End —