19 January 2013
Nothing to do but sleep In times when reality is rendered so bleak
Given how life ripped all hope from my days Hallucinations at night I prefer to the pain
The real terror comes when my thoughts I control Much rather I would that the demons take hold
A break from my conscious is a gift I accept Receiving the chance to forget
Each night I surrender wilfully Such nightmares are sweeter than my dreams
My Nightmares • Opuss № I