Hope lies dressed as night where mother of dreams draws heavy covers over tired eyes
Cuddled in the lap of darkness I hear sirens of sleep sing soft lullabies
Warmed in a blanket of mended memories, so familiar it calls me home
A soothing stroke of a loose thread unravels visions of dread, too far did I roam
Time in sheets of wax, melts and stretches, a year fits in a single breath
I walk streets of sepia sketches, nature\'s laws have no power as I resurrect from death
Shadows loom in a dark room places familiar that I have never been
In the smoke of a dream, a fog it would seem to awaken before it did begin