The anomaly of dreams
spins my head
and turns my world
As for life,
like day and night,
it is finite
and Death is without
an end and
I am afraid of the
Horror Vacuï
I lay my head to rest and think about what was and never will
spins my head
and turns my world
As for life,
like day and night,
it is finite
and Death is without
an end and
I am afraid of the
Horror Vacuï
I lay my head to rest and think about what was and never will