I can’t see from behind these closed eyes, my hibernation drifts on, so far from the light; this is my plight. What little grip I maintained on the waking world, I sacrificed upon an altar of escapism. What reason remains to defeat unconsciousness? My mind reels to respond to this. And when I close these eyes, the numbness magnifies. And while I yearn for the skies, I must take flight from this contest of lies. And I hope to God there’s something that lies beyond this hell, where I sleep to elude the nightmare of reality. But alas, the moment must come when I reunite with the light. I recoil at the thought of being robbed of the embrace of the night. I refuse to regress, pull the plug, send me back. Just pull the plug on me, save me the trouble. Give me back my dreams of breathless sleep. What little grip I maintained on the waking world I sacrificed upon an altar of escapism. What reason remains to defeat unconsciousness? My mind reels to respond to this. Give me your answer, your inspiration could be what saves my soul, what makes me whole. And when I close these eyes, the numbness magnifies. And while I yearn for the skies, I must take flight from this contest of lies. And as I walk the world, having felt the cold, I remember warmth, I remember the warmth of nonexistence. And nothing seems quite the same.