When the night has long started
And sleep is bereft of my eyes.
The night has grow tired
Of waiting for me to cease
My thinking and torture of self.
So outside the Moon rises and falls
And I feel my brain failing
To take everything in and breathe.
Silent is my scream, my desperation,
When sleep I want numbers I count,
When sleep is forbidden bed isn't found.
So, what to do but wait,
Sitting in some unknown corner,
Staring at strange people, brethren of my fight.
My sleep untamed, uncontroled,
Request denied and sentenced announced,
Sleep is given to no rest,
Rest is sought but not mine to own.
Pain of Salvation - Sleeping Under the Stars
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