It's one of those nights
When my past creeps in
And shatters
My already skewed
Idea of sleep
Of resting
Because it seems
I'm not allowed to
Put these thoughts
These memories
These relentless wounds
To bed
And leave them there
Because I can't face
This darkness
Alone
It seems sleep
Is just another
In my long list
Of illusions
My list of lies
I tell myself
To keep myself
From spilling
My crimson regret
At your feet
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