Somnolent Days and Restless Nights

Somnolent days then restless nights sleeping on the floor. Eccentricity is custom, conventional thinking an allegation. Should each sunrise shine dimmer than the morning before? A photograph of wickedness captures the allure. Creation falsely proven, all eyes suspicious of truth. Somnolent days then restless nights sleeping on the floor. Smooth are the wrinkles of the aged like pebbles on the shore. Some think of eternity in frivolous masks with replies halfhearted. Should each sunrise shine dimmer than the morning before? Locked in this cruel world a Savior is knocking at the door. Desperate friends accuse each other of holding the sacred key. Somnolent days then restless nights sleeping on the floor. Where once the believers were thought to be a bore, The blessed fool’s reflected death humbles his haughtiness. Should each sunrise shine dimmer than the morning before? Fools we all are searching for light in our minds’ dark corners Somnolent days then restless nights sleeping on the floor Should each sunrise shine dimmer than the morning before?