He lies awake
Hello, may I borrow a minute of your time Oh, no, I hope you do not really mind I am not really asking, this is not a request This is more like a polite order You see, I have this old friend He lies awake through the night Sleepless, with no refrain Staring deeply within his past Of the future he remains unafraid His friends mostly forgot him With the exception of a few He was killed and numerously begotten Reborn anew Don't walk too close to his little home Don't listen too well to the music he's got on Don't knock on his door or say hello Don't you ever dare make it known That you're even within the place His sleeplessness begets a state Where everything is a shade of grey Nothing is true to itself Nothing lives on beyond its wealth Whatever a thing's worth is of no consequence Be his guest, he'll spare no expense In torturing you with your past In reminding you of who you were In telling you of days past Of showing your face in the mirror Pointing t...