close your eyes,
drift down
to the field of dreams,
where you will stay
and find your rest
in deep slumber,
but blackness comes,
sweeping through
changing everything,
the meadow becomes swamp,
the river becomes blood,
and there you lie,
your flesh cold
but still alive,
you smiles
as life fades
from your dream,
and the blackness
fills your world,
this was your wish,
to be left in pain
alone in the darkness,
whispers fill the air,
and your eyes close again,
"I have found my rest"
the words trickle
from your mouth
and all goes on,
but you will never
open your eyes again
