Have you ever felt the cold
The great nothing, the fear of sleep?
What comes upon the absent
Ever vexed by these greater futilities
An uncertain future
Fast broken if fortunate

When I wake, will there be
What feels like centuries ago
I learned the limits of our confines
A damning sentence
The looming question
Death complex normalized

Each day more paths converge
A meeting with the water
We kindle a light for the little death
We blind ourselves and wake from beyond

Fear not the drink
Heed the call of the lake
The only true horror I've known
Taken by the dreaming darkness
A void of torment, a faceless death

Plagued by visions of what can never be
Falling deeper out of control
Paralyzed, wiped from existence

Gaping bridge
Noxious void
Oblivion unbridled
Conceptual annihilation
Perilous depths in the mind of the sleeper

Endless repetitions in time
Incessant obsessions
I have died a thousand times
Yet to find my way
There are days that I forget
A numbing peace without turmoil
But the moments are fleeting