Sleep sleep, eternal sleep.
Make me laugh, make me weep.
Wonderful dreams pass through my brain,
Erasing all my misery and pain.
This blissful escape, my reality bends.
The incredible images my subconsious sends.
I awake, hear nothing, so sleep some more.
Blessed by my imagination's repitoure.
O' holy slumber, divine rest.
Thy massage is a fruitfuless quest.
For when I rise, my spoils be gone.
Cruel fate, why must life go on?
Yet I smile and remember, let ye know this too.
I shall have my eternal slumber, and so shall you...