Late hour, light's out
Even God's asleep
Bone is sword and muscle stone
As day takes its toll.
Flames flicker on ceiling above
They are my eyes and they will not close
As angels and demons clash within.
I beg myself sleep, rest
Try to stop thinking about work
About sleep
About anything
About everything.
A match is lit and
Dropped into a beehive.
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