Illness at Midnight
Old rivers
Run deep.
Don’t fall
Asleep.
Look where
You’re not
Supposed
To, and
Nothing see,
But what
You
Supposed
Would be.
Seek
And ye
Shall not
Find,
Guard the
Mind,
Or
Seek
Endlessly.
Numbers
Fall from
His head
Like rain,
A cascade of
Crimson
Pain.
He must
Remain
Confined.
Images
He
Imagines
Run deep,
He dare not
Fall
Asleep.
What will
The day
Bring?
The same
Thing.
Pace the
Hallway
In the
Darkness,
In the
Light,
And
Dread
Another
Night.
Health
Is the
Prize,
Do not
Close
Your eyes.
Will he
Recover,
Or will
Death
Embrace
His body
Like a
Lover?
Take
Breath
From his
Breast?
He
Cannot
Rest.
Fear
Runs deep,
And stops
His sleep.
Old rivers
Run deep.
Don’t fall
Asleep.
Look where
You’re not
Supposed
To, and
Nothing see,
But what
You
Supposed
Would be.
Seek
And ye
Shall not
Find,
Guard the
Mind,
Or
Seek
Endlessly.
Numbers
Fall from
His head
Like rain,
A cascade of
Crimson
Pain.
He must
Remain
Confined.
Images
He
Imagines
Run deep,
He dare not
Fall
Asleep.
What will
The day
Bring?
The same
Thing.
Pace the
Hallway
In the
Darkness,
In the
Light,
And
Dread
Another
Night.
Health
Is the
Prize,
Do not
Close
Your eyes.
Will he
Recover,
Or will
Death
Embrace
His body
Like a
Lover?
Take
Breath
From his
Breast?
He
Cannot
Rest.
Fear
Runs deep,
And stops
His sleep.
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