Awake, my dear, awake
The morning you must take
You must fight the unknown fears
That have haunted all for years
As you lie there in bed
People tremble in dread
Only you can help
Beat pain like a whelp
You have lived your life in comfort
You must do what you were born for
So rise from you sleep
Let your sword cut deep
I know you dream deep dreams
Void of any screams
But you must hear terror today
As the wickedness you slay
I know that it is within you
To do what you’ve been born to
If only I can make you rise
You always liked to sleep 'til the sun was high
I love this. Really
I love this. Really interesting. It would make a really intriguing novel :)
"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond