No Rest for the Wicked

I couldn’t sleep again last night

Demons plagued my dreams

Wearing faces of love and affection

One that you often see


Demons plagued my dreams

Whispers of I love you

I’ll never leave you

Faces of black hair, blue eyes, and greed


Whispers of I love you

I woke with a fright

Instinctively turning to tell you

All about my night


I woke with a fright

But you were not there

You haven’t for over a year

But if not here, then where?


If there is no rest for the wicked

Then why am I still awake

Why do you sleep soundly?

While I still feel the ache


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