There will one day be a great and drastic change
To all of this
To everything
For all of us that no longer dream
Sleep is no longer an escape
The back of my eyelids look just like the day before
And the day after
Just like the rest who no longer dream
The pain within boredom reaches out for its own escape
The enjoyment of torturing these mortals is empty now
Pain aches for something new, something clean
Just like those it brought the torture to
It no longer dreams
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