tired
every hour
every minute
every second
counts
o, darkness
come embrace me once more
i long for your slender hand
upon my face
and i can't wait
to touch you again
and i would
were it not
for the star
to the west
that refuses to sleep
darkness,
shine your light upon me
yet this sun will not
can not
find rest
and so nor can i
until i am once again
in the sweet
loving
arms
of darkness

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