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The Lost Dark Descent
6-9-12
Eyes closed,
but mind open.
Nothingness racing through the brain,
Lights flashing in the eye's imaginations.
Fatigue and deliriousness.
Hunger and emotional pain.
Lying in haunted rooms,
Sleep doesn't hold me.
The dark descent doesn't arrive.
The pitch black,
the unknowing,
the dreams,
and the letting go.
It's been far too long.
Deprived yet awake.
Oh, Sleep.
At least hold my hand.
