Sometimes sleep isn't just a euphemism.
To sleep, perchance to dream?
For in that sleep of death,
what dreams may come?
Not the death of a body,
just a day that needs to die.
It used to be a sweet escape,
a peaceful place to hide.
But when daylight nightmares invade your dreams,
where can you escape?
I used to dream in nightmares;
Now I dream in days.
If only I could wake
and cease to be afraid...
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