Dirt napping

Once upon a time...

For he who sleeps knows...
his words are made of light,
blind are the ones who comprehend.

Fulfill His words and it shall be the whole of the law...
Creation, dogmatic truth for the unbelievers
suffering art for the awakening
lifeless eyes, buried in crystal dreams.

Hipocrital instinct,
intelectual fanatikism
diabolical intuition.

Sadness brings forth another

Nocturnal Reverie...

gladness for the sleepers
sadness for the constant awakening...