Morpheus

Dreams are lived throughout our lives, cutting through our skin like knives. clouding up our every thought, we see our skin begin to rot. we dull the pain and sink to bliss, falling in the black abyss. we sink to rage and rise to hell, the bleak depressin starts to swell. we gaze into our shattered dream, and see our splintered mind, and seem that all of our infinite mind, was never there for us to find. the dream addicts we have become, as wasted minds grow ever numb. we welcome synthetic sandman's face, as morpheus gives his cold embrace.