Everlasting torment

The tension of another sleepless night
The fear of subconcious overtaking reality
The tablest are there for the taking
Always with the risk of never waking up
The fires of temptation burn strong in their restless domain
You hear the beckoning cries of the underworld
Answeredwith a heavy sigh as the bed draws closer
eight pills and a bottle of Vodka later
You could resist everything except temptaion

SWEET DREAMS