Nyktalgia - Pavor Nocturnus This nameless, tedious Agony I feel A depressing Darkness Tragedy The walls stare empty and cold A Rush of mischievous thoughts so old Stare into a lost Souls space Whispering Curses - Insomnias Face Pain decelerates Times Burn in Sleep the fears of mine A Nightmare of brooding and Apprehension The Shroud of Self-Contemplation Breast full of burdensome Sadness Shrinking Existence - Resignation Madness Profound anxiety, miserable me Forlorn in time and burning alive Shrill at your life for cursing thee At last in dark oblivion you dive Upon the weary eyes and wasted brain; And all sad scenes and thoughts and feelings vanish In that sweet sleep no power can ever banish, That one best sleep which never wakes again. Aequo animo excipe necessaria... http://rockerek.hu/