Sleep Demons

It’s not our fault, the night
Racing in to become the pace car to our heart rate
That it might conquer

Why weave these words, darkness, ’round our ankles?
Utterances we used to need to hear, that would have us walking tall?

I can’t say your name, but your number, I know
‘Til my last breath, I call you the liar you be

Your wishing to blackmail
Your attempt to bruise
Reality we now enjoy

Ask us to wrestle, and wrestle we will
For you have lost us
To flowers and fauna
Forever to smiles from friends

Again
And over again

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