Slithering like a river quick and regal A calm creeps up upon you now a
calm that knows no equal Your jaws they part your teeth so cruel They say their last farewells And from the depth of
nothingness the voice that there so dwells It groans and
mutters, screams, demands From down there in the deep
Enough with all the pleasantries You fool we need to sleep!
You don't give in so easlily You do put up a
fight Those forces sent by up above they don't give into
flight It is too late the cozy warmth of silent hypnos breath
It overwhelms your body fast
8 hours now of death
You drift away reaching for the everchanging lights Hoping that somehow
you would find aid in this lonliest of nights Noone is coming and it might
just be a good thing it is so For the warm embrace of sleep is a way
we all must sometimes go
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