The shadows in the corner fall upon you -
creeping toward your sleeping soul.
And I wonder how you can slumber so.
For how long can you dream in this sweet bliss,
unaware of the pain this world is in -
How do you face this turmoil each day -
not knowing why you should turn away?
The universe is so small -
in your beautiful eyes,
but the precious disturbance is all you can bare -
or even more.
Your world is awake as the rest of us sleep
for surely your dreams are better than this -
sweet bliss of destruction.
