Night bleeds on, counting stars' cold fire,
And sleep itself ignites a fear so dire.
Night bleeds on, counting stars above,
And sleep itself is shadowed, lacks of love.
For if slumber falls, and shadows grow,
Your phantom dreams will surge and flow.
Night bleeds on, counting stars so frail,
And sleep itself is now a shadowed trail.
Since the day you walked away,
This is the plight that holds me in its sway.
No peace I find, no solace near,
Only a growing, burning tear.
The pain expands, a boundless tide,
My heart, a shattered mirror, can’t hide.
Then I weep, in hidden shame,
And weeping, too, ignites the flame,
And weeping, too, ignites the flame.
For in my tears, your dreams will drown,
Night bleeds on, counting stars that crown,
And sleep itself a chilling fright,
And sleep itself is now the endless night.
Now no purpose guides my breath,
For living, I am close to death.
Time’s a fleeting, wounded guest,
To mend these scars within my breast.
Grief’s great flood, with forceful beat,
Against my soul, its waves repeat,
See, my heart’s own pulse begins to cease,
And the stopping, brings me no peace.
My heart beats, falters in the dark,
And in that pause, a fear does spark.
My heart beats, falters, weak and gray,
And in that pause, a fear does sway.
If it stops today, then all the dreams will die,
Night bleeds on, beneath a weeping sky,
And sleep itself, a fearful art,
And sleep itself, forever, tears apart.
And sleep itself, tears my aching heart.
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