sleep paralysis
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Mr. Sandman,
why can’t I sleep?
I try so hard and still need relief
While every night, I lay there in waiting
But instead, my thoughts are introspective wailing.
For you see sir,
all that I see
There it is again
That tingling feeling again
Its a quarter to three am
I go numb again
Can't move again
Lost feeling in my hands
I'm alone again
the lonely room where you lay
with nothing around you and nothing to say
nothing but a small beautious flower
that peirces the night like a cold shower
but night compares not to the flower