Sleep a last sleep; Feast a last feast…

You are the writer of your story, You are the culprit of your sins…

You are the temperance of vindication… You are not it’s beginning; But you are it’s end..

You are tired of being weary, And what you lost was truly found..

But it lies in the hands of others, That you call thieves for standing out..

They did that which you couldn’t, You gave in to their handouts…

The road you paved is on you should’ve, Have taken so lightly for proving grounds..

And now you fall asleep…

Let us fall asleep..

Just fall asleep…

We all fall asleep…