In the middle of the night
it mocks you.
The words are
harsh and oft
times driven with fear.
There is no way to stop
this with a night’s rest.
Your mind knows that
the test is almost
here. Shadowy knights come
to steal your thoughts;
you fight with all your might-
they win anyway.
The heat is on.
It’s time for you to go.
You can’t find the right
building.
The classroom starts to swirl
around you. Drink up;
water will help.
Pencils grab your hand,
and drag you down to Hell.
Wake up now and go.
It’s time.
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