Frenzied Calm by Jon Martin
Poet of Dreams by Kyle Antholt
When the darkness of Night covers my eyes And blocks out this place of painful cries ,
I wake to a world of pure imagination Everything in it – my creation .
Everyone is free – no explanation .
If you want to view paradise , Just follow me until sunrise ;
You ’ ll see a world of my creation ; Don ’ t show hesitation – It ’ s a pleasant vacation .
There is no place I know that is such a prize , So I guess I surmise
That this world of pure imagination Is only a temporary salvation
From a life of eternal damnation .
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Then the light of Day opens my eyes And returns me to this place of agonizing reprise ;
I wake from my world of pure imagination To one of Inferno ’ s illustration – A life of constant deterioration .