Misery of SleepTreacherous is the darkened night and those who live within it, Each epitaph carved upon the graves of those who have quit, The endless search for life will only lead to death at best, And so the living try to sleep, but only dead can rest, For kind dreams of gold and silver wings, Are but a wish when a dark spirit sings, And the white beast awakens to devour our greed, For an elder's warning is all we have come to need, Because sleep comes to the willing, but death comes to those not wanting, As we stand facing the cruel angel of death who sits there taunting, For sleep is but a calming peace in a world with no such meaning And life can only be found when we are eternally dreaming |
