Somnambulistic Day

Somnus bids Man come To lay neath his hypnotic sway When all is done and we lay to rest All consciousness seeps away Morpheus materializes from the Shadows Morphing the Void into what we now see We're mesmerized by this never ending Rest All is not what it seems to be The Fort Walls of our Hearts are broken Souls susceptible to Lies― they penetrate within Man, Beast, and the Stagnant are ever transfiguring Is this the recompense for our sin? In time, scarce sense is gained And we rise to a Somnambulistic Day Twin brother of Mors, will you always bid Man Sleep? As Time and Reality slips away…