Seconds tick on an anonymous clock

Beckoning as the window panes sway and rock

The night is silent and the sky is dark

Without light, the world seems still and painfully stark

No movement is heard or seen or felt

Here I lay counting the seconds until I melt

Into oblivion, into a dream, into another world, all beyond compare

It seems that being awake is the true nightmare

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