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The time for sleep has passed

The journey that awaits

Will greet us with a backward glance

The disillusioned shall not rest

For we have many miles left to

Travel before the moon leaves us for the sun


Brush the dirt from your knees and

Quickly take my hand

I will show you the way

I have only forged before

Under the gift of sleep in the

Silent arms of dreams


I will tell you what is true

When comfort turns to pain and

The light leaves us for the night

When whispers dare to leave my lips

And love was long ago replaced with

This strange emptiness I so long to revisit

In the shadows of the dark


Take the sharp edge of hope to prick

Your softest fingertip

Find the taste of blood sweeter than

The happiness you tossed aside for

Nothingness is the simplest feeling

I ever possessed and simpleness is

So complete and quiet and alone

So brilliantly isolated


I have rid myself of everyone who I was able

To love or hate or in between and

The stranger that you never knew

Has lived in you for all of time and to this

You still feel nothing, you still are nothing

Basking in the glorious splendor of emptiness


Then the time has come to lead you into

The flames that lie ahead and at last

A bit of warmth hugging at the stranger in your head

Watching silently as you burn yet

Your skin will never melt

A wretched little trick it is

When you die every day

And still wake up in the end