End of night

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This night was long
crazy things in my head
mistakes I’ve made
things I’ve said.

These thoughts were there to fight
and me, I couldn’t run

They had pocket knives and tommy guns

My sleep could not lie down nor could it run
for it was scared of these knives and guns

These thoughts were fierce in their pursuit
to kill my sleep would they shoot

This war is over these thoughts have won
sleep held hostage by tommy guns

Sleep’s been saved by a rising sun.
it’s the end of night
A new day begun