Sleep

Its a dark night,
covered in eerie silence,
mist all around me,
singing me to sleep.

I'm trying to resist,
but it'll give me what I deserve.
Tonight, I don't need to count sheeps,
the charm is all upon me.

I'm already under the spell,
the bed feels warm as I fell.

This poem is about: 
Me

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