Slumber Not

flareWalls that aren’t
And light that flares

Smells that you taste
And sounds you once heard

Words that torment
And sights you regret

None knows those demons
That live in your head

To sleep for a time
Is all that you need

But the demons don’t care
And play hell with your head.

PG.

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