Sleep is temporary death .
It rejuvenates your body.
Brings your mind at ease.
Absolute need of the hour
To consolidate broken thoughts.
A chance at fresh start.
Like starting from scratch.

Too late for me
To ponder on it now .
What done cannot be undone.
Perhaps i was wrong.
Being lonely does not mean you are alone .
Wish i could have chosen sleep over death.

The floor is stained with deep red .
hand gets paler by each passing second.
My existence fading into oblivion.
Like i crossed the subtle line between life and death.
Pitch darkness blinding my eyes .
A black hole sucking a dead star.

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