My eyelids are heavy,
But sleep is yet far
The remembrance is engrossing,
While the reality is stark
And faraway in the undertow,
Heresy lights a fire
Shrugs a hundred sparks,
Pins the dewy grass
Breaks the shackles,
The crux of hope
A plunge into indolence,
The scent of raw scar
Pervading the senseless oblivion,
anon afar
The delusion shall strike
at Verpers Nine,
A sweeping tide,
beneath the skin
Pierce the heart's sole purpose,
Realigning the languid night
Seeking a new rise,
When submerged aswift
And deploying a helix,
When arisen beyond morality
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