The brain starts thinking strangely with lack of sleep.
To sleep and dream of pleasant things are not for me tonight
For my thoughts are wandering into the places that give fright
I cannot help buy wonder what this says about me
That I can think of nothing better than of thing I cannot see
I do not need a monster hiding under my bed
For the most terrifying creatures live within my head.
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