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Days on end I attempt an assassination,

I attempt the genocide at the day’s extermination.



Lying silently I have one objective – try to kill,

I try to slaughter each day with a weapon – end it with a thrill.



Why can I not slay?

Why can I not sleep? – Drift away?



Sometimes I think it is due to the fear of not waking up,

Other times I think it is due to the fear of waking up.



I try to massacre each day with sleep as my weapon,

Sleep massacres a day – it ends one.



Why can I not slay?

Why can I not sleep murder the day?



Let me kill – Let me sleep