The noises of sleep.
Brimmming from my being,
Fills my dark days with
Tidings of more sleepless eons.
Screams of the silent ones,
Splitting my ears.
Hopes and life all gone.
Glory to thee .
Brimmming from my being,
Fills my dark days with
Tidings of more sleepless eons.
Screams of the silent ones,
Splitting my ears.
Hopes and life all gone.
Glory to thee .
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