Sleep not tonight, for we dine in our sorrow,
The darkness of the sky will be our waiter,
His hands are the winds that blow,
And our secret fears are our dinner.
Sleep not tonight, for we drink to our sadness,
The abyss from the void invites us to drink,
Her glass of wine is the finest,
And our minds shall cease to think.
- SG
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