i remember nap time long ago,
a daily rest i’d always **forgo**.
i’d kick, i’d hide, i’d try to stray,
but sleep would always steal my day.
i _hated_ the dreams, so strange, unkind,
the way they’d slip and leave my mind.
but worse than that, what made me
weep, was when i fell into a dreamless sleep.
the endless void, so vast, so deep,
it swallowed me whole whilst i slept.
no dreams, no thought...