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his sombre

wakens him at night

his slumber

is nothing but a plight

somnolence

takes him by the hand

reaches into his chest

and guides his soul to rest

in the sand

pressure plays the lead role

in the destruction of his mind

and the twisted hymns that he wrote

leaving it all behind

he cant go back

the blood drips from his fingers

fade to black

the smell of death it lingers