Tonight I shall find myself alone in the dark

He's watching over me

Type. Type. Type.

There's no more light in this room.

It's now nighttime in this gloom.

Listen.

Do you hear the spiders on the walls?

Or the water dripping from the falls?

The clothes are stacked.

The closet empty.

Panes. Panes. Window panes!

The blinds shield the light.

Oh, how I wish sleep would drown me.

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