AUTOPSY OF THE NIGHT.

AUTOPSY OF THE NIGHT.

4 AM, there is no escape,
U knows u life is here,
Far below and crush from above!
U better hopes and prays,
Co`s when they sleep at night,
They do not hear u cry …

Each day vanishes…
When?
Would the moon embrace me for good?
I am so empty!

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

b4 the sleeping sweets kick in!

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