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Go To SleepIt's over.
Go to sleep love, but don't wake up.
It won't do you any good.
Trust in what I say,
I too will be waiting for the day.
The day the sun sets and never rises,
The permanent sleep.
I'm not going to sell you that this,
Is all in your head.
I see it to.
It's not just in your imagination,
Watch those shadows in your dreams,
Those monsters are real love.
So go to sleep.
Sleep and don't wake up.
I promise it won't do you any good.
Don't open your eyes,
For the weeping angels to see,
They'll steal your dreams
Those beasts will rot your insides.
These people are cads,
Keep your eyes averted love,
You don't need to see them.
Just go to sleep.
I promise you the worst of it is over,
The evil has been done,
Rest your head upon my shoulder dear,
Just promise me you won't wake up.
Don't look at what the world has done,
It's already over anyway.
The whores and con-men have all died,
Now please my love, just shut your eyes.
You've been running for far too long,
SleepComprehension is a very valuable tool to possess. As is stability and of course rationale. But the most valuable weapon in the arsenal of the brain is sheer intelligence. The ability to combine all aforementioned abilities into one force. To be able to see the world in its simplest form in one moment and then in its most complex the next.
This is what he possessed. At least, when I knew him he did. It has been such a long time now. He and I would would hardly ever meet face to face, considering we were locked away in our own individual hovels at least six months out of the year, just working. He once told me he did not have walls at all, only black boards. Black boards covered in equations, poetry, stories, simply everything anyone could ever imagine. All I had were walls. White ones. And a small desk to work on. I did not even have a lamp to work by, I had to use candles, all my money went to ink and paper, as well as type writer ribbon.
But that is beside the point now is it not? He
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
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