All that's left of me is to be in deep slumber,
for I have too many times been torn asunder.
If I awake there will be nothing but thunder.
I need to put myself under.
I close my eyes and face the darkness,
the waking world I will never miss.
In the dark I find my bliss.
Sleeping is my liberation, my eternal vacation.
Only sleep can transform my anguish, peace is my only wish.
In my slumber I no longer need to face delusions,
no more jumping to conclusions.
In slumber I am more alive, more able to survive.
In the waking world, there is nothing for me,
for I am blinded by sorrow, and can't see clearly.
Slumber is my eternal bliss.
True love may be a cure,
but it would take a miracle to have that kiss.
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