To often my dreams are plauged by by a guilt both real and imagined, huanted by the things that might have been, and tormented by fears. It is becuase of these demons that torment me in my sleep that I choose to push my self to the edge of exhaustion so that I might shutdown into a dreamless stupor. What crime have I commited that I must be tormented so? only a few times have I known true sleep in the time that I can remember. always with in the embrace of another. I am a creature of the night, yet I fear what waits for me in the darkness of my mind. Tonight I falter. Tonight I sucumb. I bring the risk of a new vice. One that leaves no marks, and thus infintily better then my old. Tonight I call upon the advancements of man to stay morpheus. Tonight I become a hypocrit to all those of who's footsteps I now follow.
Forgiveness I ask, for what I know not. An end I ask, to what i dread. Replys I await, but hope none come. My pain, my torment, my joy, and my happiness. I ask that all of them rest tonight, so that I might. Tomorrow I shall drag my weakness before the light. Tonight I shall bring it with me into the dark...
Forgiveness I ask, for what I know not. An end I ask, to what i dread. Replys I await, but hope none come. My pain, my torment, my joy, and my happiness. I ask that all of them rest tonight, so that I might. Tomorrow I shall drag my weakness before the light. Tonight I shall bring it with me into the dark...