In its kitchen, time is the ingredient
Mixed with the spice of eternity
He stirs the pot of mortality
And seasons it with the salt of humanity

Sleep is a thief in the night,
Stealing our lives, one breath at a time.
Like a snake, it wraps around our souls,
Squeezing tight, until we're nothing but bones.

It's a dark river, flowing through our minds,
Drowning our thoughts, leaving us blind.
A heavy chain, binding us to our beds,
A prison sentence, with no chance to escape the dread.

Death's soft whisper, lulls us to sleep,
A gentle lover, with a deadly creep.
It's a shadow that follows, wherever we roam,
A constant reminder, of our mortal home.

Sleep is a curse, a poison in our veins,
A slow-moving venom, that drives us insane.
It's a silent killer, stalking us in the night,
A merciless hunter, with no pity or light.

For in sleep, we find peace, a respite from the pain
A taste of eternity, where love and joy remain
And though we may awaken, to a new day's light
We know that in slumber, we've had a glimpse of endless night.
 

~X~