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Shooting starts and moonlight,

Only exist in dreams.

But how am I to sleep?

When I can only hear my screams.



My bed will still be empty,

And you will not be near…

Leaving me to cope with,

Loneliness and fear.



Silence overwhelms me,

And picks apart my brain.

My heart aches from the darkness,

Kneading in my pain.



I just might drown in nightmares,

- A depth unbearably deep.

That’s why I get afraid,

When it is time to sleep.