Sleep
I can feel my eyelids trying to drop
They feel so heavy, practically like rocks
Sleep . . . It keeps trying to drag me in
I’d love to lie in the cool mist of darkness again
Sleep: To be in a state as of quiescence or death
Quiescent: Marked by inactivity or repose; tranquility at rest
Death: A permanent cessation of vital functions; the end of life
Life: Spiritual existence transcending physical death
Life is full of times consisting of peace, war, and emotions
Death is peaceful; we have no consciousness or notions
Sleep is a taste of death; it tears us from the seams
But if these three things are true, what are dreams?
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