On the lullaby of feathers,
Snoozing on my arm.
Locking my eyes,
I disable my alarm.
...
And enter wonderland,
I sink, like a boy that can't swim,
Falling, eyes closed,
Down a corridor ever slim.
...
My shaking hands are,
Squeezing, I choke.
Bed, kill me.
Still tired when I woke.
...
With absence of dreams.
Into depression I leap,
The edgeless abyss,
Makes me fall asleep.
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