False Sleepwalker

Hundreds of nights, hundreds of days
All mercilessly sad
All marked with pain

In the dark you head towards the crossroads
where the wind blows without restraint
Cold and soulless like a wax figure
At times rising over the clouds
you won't get here in the daytime,
you won't see anything in the light of day
The gale is flapping its iron wing
Staring inside with its eyes like two abyssal vaults

Hundreds of nights, hundreds of days
All mercilessly sad
All cruelly lonely
All pervaded with gloom
All marked with pain

The armoured heart won't break, it'll just fall into the gulf of feelings
Sleep's hounding you like a pack of wolves
Watching you trapped within the stillness of dead silence

Your legs heavy like black tombs
You've been roaming like that for centuries
Eyes so dark that you need to turn away lest you fall into the void
Murk seeps in every night
Your eyes quietly fading away like the moon over the sea

Their deathly hands upon your brow
The sleepless flock pushing at you
Leering at you

Over at the sky that never ever dawns
Fell clouds of pallid spectres spellbinding shadows bleak
Eyes so dark that you need to turn away lest you fall into the void
Murk seeps in every night, of blackness made.