The ceiling fan rocking
blades blur and vanish intermittently

This nightly dance goes on
backlit by a constant 2 am glow
Time has abandoned me

A false heart begins to beat 300 times…
images of the Reaper eagerly standing by
while I float on a river sourced by cold sweat

This time he will take me
and I will surely die
My body believing my mind’s nightly lie

This goes on forever
the clock hits 2:01.

The battle has made me weary
forcing me to drift off into sleep
to the soft sounds of the ceiling fan
and the Reaper’s shuffling feet

“Till tomorrow night”

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