Another night at the edge of my bed,
hands in my hands,
tears soaking into my palms..
The nightmares are waiting for me..
they're waiting for me to softly lay my head on my white feather filled pillow..
And slowly drift into a dark abyss...
But they'll have to come get me because I wont move.
I don't wish to see what illusions and lies lay within the comfort of my white feather filled pillow... so warm.. so sweet.. so dreamy... so peaceful-
no.
I'll spend another night.
Right here,
At the edge of me bed...
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