Sleep evades me Though I have worlds to tread I'm lost in this one And words left unsaid My dreams aren't as real As the beauty I see Nor leave with me longing As much as she


Fire would be more pleasant, I think,  than this grinding cold  that freezes me; whispered prayers through gritted teeth, unheard, unanswered,unleashing hell, begging for release.

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