Face down in the gutter with the stars upon my back
Moonglow presses heavy, the night holds me in black
I'll see you in my dreams
I will escape you in my sleep
The night-time is my friend it is the day in which I weep
Switch off the phone, ignore the door
this hour has no voice or face I need
Shut the windows and bring the curtains together
there could be a world outside but I don't remember
No crying help
Cobwebs unblown
There is no break or timeout, no
This is an end
It's what I need
I'm losing you by losing me
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Moonglow presses heavy. Depression provokes thought. Dreams are amazing.10