Midnight,
ungodly hour
A perfect time
to rest my tired soul and bonesAlso the perfect moment
for my thoughts
good or bad
to be in full bloom
keeping me restless and awakeNow tell me,
Is it wrong to crave death
a taste of eternal slumber
When all you've ever known are sleepless nights?
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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅? | ✅
PoetryYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly