
Eyelids like anvils, sinking my eyes deep
Darkness growing as time passes by
And I can feel my body getting heavier as it
Drowns in fatigue
Half dreams projected into my reality
Forced to watch the world slumber
While I sit awake
In the absence of light
Demons terrorize this world
And I am the only one who can see them
Exhaustion has given me sight
My third eye awakened
But my mind is vacant
All of its inhabitants vacationing in this realm
And I just want to collect my thoughts
And fall asleep
But my thoughts have collected me
Imprisoned me in this state of paralysis
It's not that I can't move
It's more that I don't want to
My motivation has been stolen
By the golems that hold me hostage
Gargoyles gallivanting
Grotesque gods, grown in genius
A tortured mind released
And now they're given freedom
I do not have control
But control is what I seek
My freedom can only be bought
By the relinquishment of theirs
So I stare into the haunted hour
Plotting my escape from insanity
This world of demons and fatigue
A prison of the mind, a never-ending siege
But I won't give up, I won't succumb
I'll fight to be free, I'll overcome
The shadows and the monsters, the ghosts in my head
I'll find my way out, I'll find my way to bed
To rest and to heal, to find some peace
To wake up renewed, with my soul at ease.
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