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night time
i am abandoned
and all the pointless poets and the pointless prose won't save me now

night time
i am descending
in to a world that doesn't exist

but there's no dreams here
everything is lucid
i'm a bag of bones and consciousneess

praying to a god i don't believe in
everyone i love has left me
so what choice do i have

i'm counting down the clock
until half time
bring out the snacks and beat me in to submission

it's night time again

i'm already dead