Sleep

Trapped in time,
Every sound that comes from silence,
Remains in it for the rest,
Of its existence.
I'm just lost in time and space,
Nobody learns,
Nobody aspires.
Unable to move and see,
In the end I could at least feel those,
False perceptions,
That heal my mind.
All of a sudden,
The time,
The time stood still.

Impotence prevented you,
From taking another step,
Grabbing a broken rope,
Has been always a good deal.
You managed to alter the time,
The murder of the sun.

Losing balance was never so rewarding
I'll be the voice of those remaining asleep.
Lost like a castaway in a sea of decay.

Ingrained thoughts of losing yourself.
Dissolve yourself.
Kill yourself.
All my judgements fall down.

An utopia, where happiness is disguised as suffering
Tell me, what can you see through the black mirror?
Why have I forgotten, forgotten, forgotten to feel?
Fuck.

So I can go back to that place,
Where I won't be a slave to my own desires anymore.
In a full state of aesthesis,
The murder of the Sun,
The death of the Moon.
Of the Moon.