In the dark of the rancid night,
You are vexed by an eternal repose.
Temporarily dead, you are a pariah,
Your black dreams lurking in the shadows;
Consuming the entirety of your being.
But this sleep is your sanctuary
From the idiocies of a society
Which has been hiding all too long
From the fears which haunt their every thought.
Fears which they have brought upon themselves.
But you remain undaunted by the ennui
Of a society trapped in its archaic ways.
But your sanctuary isn’t perfect.
It is filled with a sadistic misery
That your riant mask cannot pacify.
In this dark room, you lie sleeping;
And you seem so serene and at peace,
But in your mind is aberrant chaos,
Brought forth by the fraudulent words
Spoke to soothe the pain of reality.