Ashes to ashes and dust that is us, When the Night approaches and fear with a rush. To close your eyes? You hate but you must. The sleep of the dead is your hope a friend you hope to trust.
The bed is cold, your arms do hurt. The issue is that you forgot, and now how bad you hurt. sleep will come and so will the pain. the issue is how you fight not to sleep, its all en-vane as the night starts ti creep. You try to smile, you try not to hurt. At the end of the day sleep is a must but you know it will hurt. you remember the pain, of the cold all once more.
move on they say
its easy
its a Must.
So back once again we say ashes to ashes and the time now is dusk. the pain still grows but sleep is a must….
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