Wide-Eyed at Dawn
Translucent images on the walls of my eyes
that sometimes make me cry.
I’m afraid to go to sleep at night
I think I just might die.
A heavy load these lids of mine
a burden on my brain.
The thoughts of dying in my sleep
are driving me insane.
A caffeine pill, a loud TV and an empty coffee cup,
mercy if I close these eyes of mine
I just might not wake up.
WYLD STYLZ
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