Awake again at 2 am,
creating worlds and having visions.
I tell myself I should be myself,
yet there are so many
words in my mixed-up heart.
I’d rather wait for another hour
for the visions of Vikings;
then sleep and dream of terror.
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Awake again at 2 am,
creating worlds and having visions.
I tell myself I should be myself,
yet there are so many
words in my mixed-up heart.
I’d rather wait for another hour
for the visions of Vikings;
then sleep and dream of terror.