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Sleep through, the pain.
Sleep through, the rain.
Sleep through, the bullet-
shaped thoughts,
shooting through,
every, train platform, of my brain.

Sleep through, the dreams.
Sleep through, the nightmarish screams.
Sleep through, the sodden,
bed-shaped linen,
now, see-through,
with blood boiling, sweat, never seen.

Sleep through, the angst.
Sleep through, the anxious pangs.
Sleep through, the gallows,
erected in my mind,
to kill, everything inside,
see swaying, sordid, emotions hanged.

Sleep through, the hatred.
Sleep through, me, rotting naked.
Sleep through, an end to life,
an end, to stress and strife,
in hopes, of reincarnation,
to, a peaceful slumber, sacred.

But, my only dreams, are, daydreams.
My only nights, are, wakes for night-mares.
And, the rest, is, left, feeling cheated, for wanting rest.
Yes, the rest, is left, beleaguered, for ever needing rest.

The rest, never, rests.

Until…



death.

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