I am connected into these echoing hour of slumber
Onwards—bound into a machine that only ages,
Thus the fragile mind; whispering thoughts arise
Due course I shall succumb to this degree of failure
So let it be upon this conquest for vitality.
All other riches alike do not compare upon this life
So I vanquish myself until sequestered into a grand tomb
Beneath the fiery starts compel my heart, and so on
To continue nor digress in this isolation of slumber?
Standing within this grand hall of affinity,
Duly gazing into the spectrum's of the beholders light
A reaper stands in shadow forces beckon my mind
Beneath the fiery stars of candor such purifying light
Embracing the substance of life until swept away
Gales that ravish every essence of my being
Into a slumber and across the universe of the unknown.
