The night will soon be upon me, like an imposing, unwelcome guest.
I hate nothing more than sleeping alone, so again the night brings a test.
For it tests my fragile sanity, and it probes my weakened resolve.
As memory pours from dark shadows, love's mercy begins to dissolve.
I am empty tonight of promise, my passions chained and enslaved.
Sleeping alone in bed at night feels like lying dead in the grave.
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