I lay awake sometimes
And listen to the night.
The sound of promises being broken,
Dreams being lost,
And widows being made.
If I still my failing breath,
I begin to hear the static.
It tears away at my skull,
And rips my mind to pieces,
But I'm powerless to stop it.
I'm down to my last Ambien,
And there's a long night ahead of me.
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