Enter Sandman

You close your eyes and hope to die,

yet hope you wake up one more night.

The quiet demon seems to speak,

once you've passed the midnight peak.

Claw your skin and dread the sunrise,

for once awake it's too late to rise.

And the words your write they whisper,

but once you hang on they dispel.

And when you writhe with the sun you try

to shut out the imps who attempt to pry.

You've sought the fruit but were distracted,

and upon clearness the path's destructed.

So before dawn dawns you must make a choice,

attempt to live bright or allow their rejoice.

And you spelt their blood and guts on paper,

for the brief minutes you their thoughts could taper.

And come the morning and their smite,

expel their thoughts you fought at night.

Now close the book and leave them hidden,

for from your sleep they are forbidden.