Now I lay me down to sleep.
Haunted, with to much medicine for my belly.
Dark as when the ghosts were my siblings.
Afraid no one will remember to read my suicide note.
Or, worst... that when I get there, I will want to go home.
That all of this is a punishment for my creation.
So that I may follow or find where the spirits rest or creep.
Tender as when we used to pray "now I lay me down to sleep."
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