Crimson-coloured nightmares
Devour my sleepless nights
And the shifting shadows
Sing to me rusty, mud-caked lullabies
I stay awake.

For I am scared to close my eyes-
Fire burns brighter in the dark.
And if I sleep now, drift off into the unknown,
Will I find my way back?
Or will I be lost forever in the gloom?

The End

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