Count the Sheep

I close my eyes to dream,

To shift into slumber, to finally sleep,

Even the sun despises to beam,

To shine in summer, the water too deep.

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When you’re drowning and gasping for air,

A pool filled with sweat you cannot escape,

A face frowning upon you with care,

The sleep you dread a monstrous shape.

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I close my eyes to die,

To shift into slumber, to finally sleep,

So often fantasized about death now nigh, 

To finally number the sheep.

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But all I see are wolves when I try to count the white, 

Piercing through my eyelids even here,

My fear evolves bigger than my mind,

Blood due to explode, the red so clear.

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Despite the violence, I am not dead,

Can feel my lungs and heart beating,

Spots of green and brown next to red,

My chance of a restless night, fleeting.

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A peaceful dream well dreamt,

Yet the silence only haunts me more,

No one noticed my attempt,

No one saw me shaken to my core.

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I close my eyes just for tonight,

To shift into slumber, to finally sleep,

My body just lies there with no fright,

And all I want is to count the sheep.