Dreams and Madness

to dream, to lie, in sweet repose and drink the thoughts of those who rose from dark eternal slumber bleak, to steal the voice of those who speak see as i lie awake at night, my effervescent dreams alight upon a mirror in the dark, to see embittered souls embark towards the center of the mind, a shadow-shrouded serpentine. and i have rarely dreamed of sleep, in places memory scarce can keep. but bitter memories find us here, in brightest nooks of memories clear. to sleep, to fade, before we wake, with nary even souls to take and should we find wide azure skies, we soar throughout our half-dazed lies. and so i wake (or do i sleep?) to find a shepherd and his sheep. but why does the shepherd cower so? i take a closer look, and lo! the sheepskin sloughs away in droves, the flock becomes a pack of wolves. but i can barely dream of sleep, inside my memories barren keep and so we count the wolves instead with thoughts of madness in my head.