Before the dawn,
I feel dread.
I'd like to stay inside my head.
I'd love to stay inside my bed.
But the dawn does not care,
It needs no invite.
Only the dead can rest,
In eternal night.
My mortal night is slayed,
By dawn's cruel blade.
I hestantly awake to start the day,
And more than anything wish that I could stay.
Before the dawn.
-SOH
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