Frenzied Calm by Jon Martin
Poet of Dreams by Kyle Antholt
When the darkness of Night covers my eyes And blocks out this place of painful cries,
I wake to a world of pure imagination Everything in it – my creation.
Everyone is free – no explanation.
If you want to view paradise, Just follow me until sunrise;
You’ ll see a world of my creation; Don’ t show hesitation – It’ s a pleasant vacation.
There is no place I know that is such a prize, So I guess I surmise
That this world of pure imagination Is only a temporary salvation
From a life of eternal damnation.
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Then the light of Day opens my eyes And returns me to this place of agonizing reprise;
I wake from my world of pure imagination To one of Inferno’ s illustration – A life of constant deterioration.