Decent: Pt IV: SleepSleep, sleep child, sleep,
The more you sleep the less you weep
Close your eyes, forget the day
Let your worries melt away.
The darkness comes, you understand,
Every night to transcend the land.
The darkness comes, not so you may fear,
The darkness comes so you may understand. . .
The sleep I rocked into was a strange type of sleep. It was a fearful sleep; a dazed, hazy, and almost happy sleep. A sleep that brought back my self-conscience, brought back the silly, senseless fear. Fear of the dark. Fear of being alone. Such senseless little fears; "old-world" fears, as I had began to refer to them. But strangely enough, they brought another fear with them in that deep, almost corpse-like sleep; they brought me the fear of sleeping alone in this new, broken world. After all of the starving nights that I had crawled under some heap of rubble in the wastelandic nights that chilled me to the bone, that froze me in a half-dead state where I lay