Darling, darling she’s losing sleep,

She can’t keep track of all her sheep,

Numbness and tasteless overflow,

When will these feelings ever go?

Nightmares flooding her dark abyss,

That she oddly seems to miss,

Creeping upon where her body lay,

Death appears to take her away.

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