The Last Sleep

The stars above, the grass within, Something that gives hope, the other skunks you down. In-between "the reclining you", Cold murdered in the corner. Far from the city, enough of the hoax beauty, Shot down by the hustle, butchered by the shining bustle. As horrible figures start to dance, you close your eyes. As if you are afraid to wake Up again, As if you are afraid to wake up!