And I Wear It For The Thousands Who Have Died.

The night is a warmth,
where the world lulls its sleepy heads into an alternate reality;
their dreams come true and fears manifest.
But there is no sleep for the weak and weary,
only blank spaces of time,
occupied by unidentifyable darkness.
It is within these times the nightmares of reality hurts the most;
regardless of your slumbering state,
daylight will come...
making the world arise from its pause in reality.
Those who do not sleep,
are left in their false hopes.
when the world wakes up,
but leaves them "sleeping".
Because they will never know the difference.