Feel no pain.
See no stain.
Black abyss.
The gift of sleep.
Bitter lick,
makes me sick.
Guilt's sweet kiss,
crawls from sleep.
Keep occupied.
Forget I lied.
Deny all wrong.
Dream of sleep.
Each day run,
from the sun.
Seek escape,
in the arms of sleep.
See her eyes,
reflect my lies.
Feel the lure,
that comes from sleep.
"But one hope"
whispers the rope.
"What's the cure?"
Only sleep.
Naught...but sleep.
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