When the sun closes up
and turns his back to the earth
a creeping silence comes
waiting to open up your heart

Looking at the sleeper
there is a false calmness of the face
but underneath their eyes move around
noone can see what is going on inside

The subconsious sneaks out
its illusions overwhelm the body
and pull the mind into a whirlpool
deeper into the twisted fantasies

A different mind comes out
upon first eye's glance
where did the crazed mind go
into oblivion?

Somewhere inside the sleeper
there is one mind
carefully split in two.
 
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