[The Master of Bad Sleep]
Non-fungible tokens
Make up a table of souls
That can only look forward
But erase the future
If I stand alone here
Know I am your enemy
Drawing shadows from your soul
Pulling your invisible strings
To one of three enclosures
The best of which is abandonment
I, collector of nightmares
Sleep without dreaming
Unfold the dark night
Kiss your fear
Sucking hope
into the chokeplace
That leaves you longing
For the past
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