Summary: Soft and warm blanket. A childhood comfort…why did you cease to work?
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My head is close to bursting,
My heart is close to ceasing,
My health is slowly declining.
The world is spinning way too fast,
Everything I once knew is long past.
Once so vivid, now so blurry.
But during these cold and lonely nights,
Time crawls by painfully slowly.
I am filled with nothing but fear and fright.
The welcoming sheets on my bed,
They once hid me from the sinister night.
Now the soft fabric does nothing
And I cannot explain this piercing ice.
My trembling fingers search frantically,
But they grasp nothing except the cold air.
Giving in to my heavy and half-closed lids,
I close my eyes and welcome the consuming darkness.