Down the steps I go, into my hole, into my soul,

I cover myself in the cool blankets to brush the heat from the day away

I stare at the ceiling feeling colder, older, and bolder than i should at my age,

I have seen so much, so much has been shared, so much has been displayed,

My troubled mind waits at the gates between this world and sleep,

I let the trouble of the day slip away, for if I am to survive I will need my sleep

Maybe I will dream of you instead of the demons, maybe..

Such Precious Sleep...

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