Re-

It was another night of the 4th month

That blonde pianist, that purple star-eyed, and that moon dancer

It was indeed a tragic spring 

But I want the lands of orange and red

The sound of crispy leaves as I go down

Will that be too much to ask?

Can't wait that long though

Not even a week after the first

Thoughts of da capo

There was a faint feeling

A bead of fear somewhere

Was it because of sleep itself

Or was it because of another failure?

Frankly, the latter is scarier

How can I be afraid of sleep?

Sleep is peaceful

Or should I say,

Death is peaceful