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But There Is No Sleep
(when men must weep)
Now come the shadows with shapes that shift
While darkness unfurls its unwelcome cloak
Disguised curses, a rictus of a joke
Stealing sanity that most precious gift
And this night-time bastard spell will not lift
Fingers of insomnia prod and poke
And the tight bands of guilt begin to choke.
Fuck! how I hate Morpheus' thrift.
But as my spine slowly slips down the cell door
This mesmer is broken and hopes arise
For sunlight flechettes make rents through his form
And daylight floods pools on this cold cell floor.
Once more I view the dawn through blood-shot eyes
And day brings release from this night-time scorn.
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