Dead dreams sink under the weight of living nightmares.
Creatures from the black sweep out of the shadows, as eyelashes twitch out the seconds to the tick of a clock.
The sky washes ashore over lifeless toes.
Faces you can't quite remember peer owlishly out of the folds of your memories.
Silent screams rend open windpipes.
Punches hurled in frustration sink into sandy enemies.
Helpless in a swath of sheets.
This is what it is to sleep.
This is what it is to die.
Creatures from the black sweep out of the shadows, as eyelashes twitch out the seconds to the tick of a clock.
The sky washes ashore over lifeless toes.
Faces you can't quite remember peer owlishly out of the folds of your memories.
Silent screams rend open windpipes.
Punches hurled in frustration sink into sandy enemies.
Helpless in a swath of sheets.
This is what it is to sleep.
This is what it is to die.
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