The next morning.

art-illustration-jordan-metcalf-monsters-sad-mascot-Favim.com-99976                                                                                 Limping in the shadows that i see,          which bestow a great lullaby,                  I wonder when could light reach,              the farthest corners of a world bright

I go to bed, which greatly awaits             my return to deadly dark despair             I close my eyes and try to seal                 the deep down emotions that are dead beneath.

I wonder why i do sleep                              in a bed that wakes me again                 every night it haunts me down                 of my all old previous mistakes

I do think that i will sleep that night         when the morning would set all right.

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