Should I sleep tonight?

Should I die inward?

Tight lipped in my coffin?

Is that how they want me buried?

Should I fade silently into back rooms

Where no memory is evident of me?

Maybe then I'll be free

I hope I sleep pretty

My pillows never again to whisper

The thoughts now carefully tucked away

My nightmares only remain dreams

No longer tortured for eternity

I'll be indeed free

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