Its dark and quiet.  

Except my night light that shines like a star. 

Some how bringing comfort to the emptyness that seems to be lurking around the dark. 

My mind begins to conclude maybe its my soul. 

This darkness and nothingness; that itches me deep down inside. 

What have I been doing with my life.

All I have been doing is sleeping. 

Then this fear takes over but blindness proceeds soon after when my lids begin to dream.

And once again I'm unaware and the cycle remains.

Like this shadow torturing me. 

Never being able to realize that I'm the night light in this dim room. 

I'm the dreamer; who refuses to give up. 


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