by J.J. Netzach
When the nights are longer than the days.
|Awake in wait for Somnium
The mindstream soars on silver steeds,
The first a dearth of present deeds...
Embodiment of Odium.
A cubic void for Somnium,
The second brings the fables,
A grey cerebral Bellum.
Endless wastes for Somnium,
A third one shows its saddened face
The scorching heat of better days...
Etched in the cerebellum.
Thick dark clouds for Somnium,
The fourth shrouded in bolts of blue,
Lightning strikes, I start anew...
I'm incarnate Insomnium.