Eyes heavy
Everything
Inside and out
Pointing towards
Sleep
Like the corner stone
Holding me up
Stolen
Out from under me
Leaving few choices
Beyond
Tumbling to the ground
Now
A bed of rocks
Or nails
Sounds more appealing
Than continuing the fight
To stay awake
Like a fish out of water
Struggling
With every ounce of strength
To return
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