• sleep,

    For the raging fire storms of time will not touch you.
    Close your eyes; nothing will hurt you; pain is superficial.

    Life equates all surrealism into what is perceived as truth.
    But only if you sleep, will you be invincible.

    Sleep is the panacea of all humanity's inherent continental flaws.
    For when you sleep, would you truly live.

    The subconscious mind rids society of death, disease, and deprivation,
    And makes aspirations, hopes, dreams, all impossibilities become reality.

    The intoxication of such deep pleasure will course through
    your veins and seduces...

    Nothing but the mind!

    Foolish are those who believe in this monstrosity of a drug.
    What reality would it bring but death?

    If one was to sleep forever to quench unobtainable desires, then he is mad.
    Mad for suicide and
    Foolhardy for falling from fear of life's frailties.