It's a dark world
And all's asleep
I am no different.
But is my slumber peaceful?
My breath is ragged
While I writhe in bed;
The ebony silence
Teased by my moans.
I wake up
To a warm wetness
And an empty bed.
Another night joins
The sands of my hourglass;
As I wake up
Not to your gentle kisses
But to my tears
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