Another sleepless night rears it's teeth at me, alone in this place that was once my room. Dug in, falling to a lesser degree coming to realize, Ill never have a home again.
Death is calling, I'm ignoring the sounds.
Death is calling, I'm losing ground.
As I dig this metaphorical grave, I look up to the empty skies and pray.
What if I don't wake up this time? Maybe it's easier to live inside my mind.
Let me dig
Let me sleep
Let me dream
Set me free
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