Watching my deep slumber,
A tired son of the night.
Dreaming of days to come,
Restlessly.

He had taken too much,
His head had spun in circles.
Dazed and confused,
He just needed to rest a little.

Rest...
And remember...
Sleep...
To forget...

Never awake the sleepwalker,
his illusion, his nightmare.
Within the core of his inner sanctum,
the vision rots and crumbles.

Can we hear the sirens calling his name,
from within his mind.
Do we know the beauty he feels,
in that twisted reality.

Rest...
And remember...
Sleep...
To forget...

Find an answer from an empty bottle,
realize that its filled with lies.
Unfold a chapter of regrets,
and everything will change.

What's the meaning, of being a paragon?
A soldier of virtue, a model of fraud!
Taught by the forgotten pansophy,
Tremble in your folly!

Raging inside your mind,
screaming for freedom.
Needles and pins,
sting and bleed to death!
This path you chose,
No going back!

Child in his mother's arms,
Eyes closed tight.
The warmth of 'er womb,
Recall..
Angels descend,
To love and comfort the heart...

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