Sleep never came hard at me in the earlier time;
Kisses on my eyelids bloomed in the dusk
And peace was never easier to find
Than in your dreams with tired eyes shut.
Night-terrors never took me with the speed
And power of a rhinoceros gone mad,
But have since stomped through my dreams,
And taken me to combat.
The vampires that suck my faith
Slink behind my eyes at night;
Creeping between my lids as of late
To the little dens in my mind where they hide.
I struggle to blink even in the dark
And crash through panes of broken glass
That cut me down before I can calm my heart,
To wake up knowing the brightest mornings have passed.
I can’t say that I pray, I’m too empty,
Besides, there must be a god there to hear;
And still my hands are callused days too many —
Some hours are too filled with purpled fear.
The rest know what I do tonight, and more,
And take it to heart, bound in the night;
We never lived like this in the age before
But now have no future left in sight.
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