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where is he?

my friend, my lover.

my hypnos, my somnus.

my nocturnal friend,

who always came at night,

and left at dawn like a vampire.

every night I opened myself to him,

and without fail he always came.

I never had to go searching.

I never had to shout out his name,

he always came.

telepathy at work perhaps?

there were nights he came,

like a thief in the night.

and there were days,

he knocked at the door to myself.

the door I always kept open for him.

he was always there,

to wrap his hands around me.

to cocoon me through the night.

sheltering me from the dark night.

always making my nights,

easy to live with.

my days were spend,

with thoughts of him,

visiting me at night.

now I spend my nights alone.

tossing and turning.

counting invisible sheep.

relieving the memories of old,

as they say their final goodbye.

the voices in my head he silenced,

are no longer voiceless.

the monsters he vanquished,

now mock me in his absence.

even the pills,

lack the strength to bring him back.

as my sanity fades away into the night.

who will give me sleep without sleep?

even a lucid sleep will do.

who has stolen my sleep?

I will give everything,

even my life to have him back.

who killed my sleep?

please let me have his ghost.
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