As sleep overwhelms me, my eyes slowly shut
The darkness grows deeper and I soon start drowning in it.
It grows colder and I let it wrap around me.
Moving constantly through out the night.
Comfort doesn't come to me.
Dreams of death and horror come to greet my imagination
Cold sweat starts to rise from my goose bump ridden skin
I feel the hands of my mind wrap around my throat.
Plaguing me with fear and restlessness.
It is now clear to me that the peace of night,
won't be mine tonight.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC
As sleep overwhelms me, my eyes slowly shut
The darkness grows deeper and I soon start drowning in it.
It grows colder and I let it wrap around me.
Moving constantly through out the night.
Comfort doesn't come to me.
Dreams of death and horror come to greet my imagination
Cold sweat starts to rise from my goose bump ridden skin
I feel the hands of my mind wrap around my throat.
Plaguing me with fear and restlessness.
It is now clear to me that the peace of night,
won't be mine tonight.
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