Desolate Scribe

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna

Sleeping is like death
Calm, serene peace
But something cruel shocks us back to life
Stealing away the vision we conjure in our dreams
Robbing us of our perfect eternity
And forcing us to see the world as it is
I grow tired again as the minutes pass
With every second, I come closer to death
My eyes are heavy, and my soul heavier
I close them for a while and retreat to my fantasy
Only to be awoken once more
And forced to exhaust my being
In a world I am unfit for

sleep dreams soul death