Dreaming

Dreaming...

To slummber in peace would be sublime.

To have sweet dreams must be devine.

To be unconscious but a monent in time.

To sleep untill the horizion comes would be so fine.

To have domination of the demons of my mind.

I would lock them all in an eternal tomb.

A place to surrender all sadness and gloom.

So in the cloak of darkness I would feel no doom.

Night time feels like a insanity voyage that fills my room.

Archaic thoughts forever consume.

I swear one day to relinquish these fears I held for years.

This treachery to my soul will end at last.

For I will have great ecsatasy to give them them my rath.

Proprius Mortis its their finale death.

Sweet release she is here at last.

Now I am free to submit rest.

Unless this has all been just a pathetic test.