Tossing and turning,
Cannot sleep in darkness.
When awake it does not touch,
But with eyes closed, it's claws rip
A gaping hole in me.
Nocturnal,
For reasons no one will ever understand.
Nocturnal,
For reasons I am not proud of,
Nocturnal,
For the very things that I fear.
Am I making any sense to you?
Am I typing this for no reason at all?
... Possibly.
I don't know the answers myself.
But all I do know,
Is that I live on.
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