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Four a.m.

Bathroom floor

Tears slip through

Painting constellations

on the cobwebs in your eyes

Never thought you'd

miss the days you used

to sleep to escape reality

They're there the second

you close your eyes

Waiting to pull you through

to the other side

In a neither here

nor there state

You hear them calling

They sing you a lullaby

Hoping you fade out

Lately it's been the same

The man of your dreams

or a cold sweat and screams

You take your chances

Hoping fatigue wins

the fight and sinks in

Close your eyes

Let them pull you through

Maybe he'll come rescue you

He's worth every nightmare