woken up to the sound of horns,
The taste of sweaty damp air,
With the poison of the dreamy
Down of sleep within me..
I taste the hostility in the air,
And poke out one eye,
I look around with filmy eyes,
the filthy morning sunshine.
It deludes me,this sunshine
Of moonshine,
It works dust into my eyes,
it shrouds it's clouds in
folds of blue light,
And it shocks and deceives
the dull dark glow of
The shining night's prelude.
Give me night for I can hide,
Give me sleep for I must not wake,
Give me rest for I'm far too worn,
Take me away before morn comes again..
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