The gift of sleep,
Lures me to a place,
Among the shadows,
Domain of nightmares,
I am petrified,
Of path ahead,
Where my vision is defied,
A path beyond bodily death,
Can anyone divine the journey of soul?
Eternal afterlife or cycle of rebirth,
If no, will I cease to be?
If so, what legacy worth the fight?
Or flight? If only this petty end exists.
I lose to despair,
By the moment I grow less,
I seek detachment,
As I invert the hour glass.
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