Reverie In Tears (Pavor Nocturnus)

Thoughts migrate nowhere, sullen birds of prey
Swallowed by jet black dreams of death in foul slumber
A world beyond affliction
When the calling lulls us into our infinite beds
And the droning pulse of nihilism mocks us
From across lightless fissures of consciousness
Writhing, burning
Alive only to host the stygian torment
Pitied we are
When deep sleep falls upon mankind
Hopeless we fall
Into the fathomless depths of this virulent dream

And from the haunted arms of morpheus
We arise to a different despair