Sleep and Death Go Hand in Hand

Sleep does not come.
Death may come sooner.
I lay with eyes burning.
In my brain I sense doom.
There is absence of light.
Icy fingers grasp my soul.
Time slows to the speed of a sloth.
Mind falls into an abyss.
Night has come, soon day.
Tonight is my last breath.

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