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Sleep Lie Silence Alighted upon the thoughts of past, demons hunted so as lye the sleeping martyr, bested in his hall. Prowling, feared and delinquent lye, stappled to hungers tie, aimless in endeavors eye. Boredom reached in peak to fly, shouted helpless lords to die. Floated back without scratch or sigh, bedeviled without evil eye, said out to me, " reach and fly." Cursid boundaries overlie, stopping on now in thy, breaking through and saying aye. Beastial flight and great surmise, knocking on the lids of mine eye, unrelenting do I lye. Swords of thoughts played nigh, waking all through guise, only to wait idly by, bedeviled without evil eye, said unto me, " reach and fly." Again into sleeps caress, haunted by minds repressing sight, plagued throughtout sped night. Called by boredoms howls, into thoughts of forgotten signs, and those left far behind. Called upon once more, weary. By demons who seem so dreary, rememberance or die spiraled silence as I lye, bedeviled without evil eye, somewhere said unto me, " two roads offered nigh, neither better for thy, choose either lie. Care to cross the rooms by know not all within be thine, and naught can make you truly die, more so than your own minds lie." |