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Would you stitch your eyes when sleepless?

Or smother those who cry?

Would you jump inside the wishing well?

If there was no reply?

Spirits dwell in nightmares

Sleepers dwell in swamps

And those who woke up pray for nightmares to come again

Sew their eyelids down

Deliver us from nightmares

We shall swallow the hook of hope

And our throats torn into pieces, and the string would pull us out to the deserts

Leaving all of us

Soundless

Is this a storm before the final calm, a road from ritual to rapture?

What lies over the voids and far away?

Among the darkness crumpling howling afterlife

In there once was

In they will rest from their labor?

In the righeous are taken away ...away...?

There reigns the king, mantled black, who lays down to sleep in owls eyes

Rise up for him, mantled black, who lays down to sleep in owls eyes