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