//Going to sleep//

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I lie in my bed
I'm trying to sleep
The field in my head
Begins to count sheep

The first sheep are white
Next comes brown
There's something not right
I'm starting to drown

My headphones are on
Sound filling my ears
My covers are drawn
Escaping my fears

I then close my eyes
My soul starts to drift
The sheep start to cry
At the edge of the rift

I'm not quite sleep
But not quite woke
I'm not quite in water
Yet I begin to choke

My dream sucks me in
Whoops, I meant nightmare
In a place without wind
Gasping for air

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