Restless Nights in the Subconscious Wonderland

I prefer the shorter days
Caught in a daze, or lost in some dream.
In the sleepless world of slumber,
Where my subconscious plays roulette with ideas,
Shooting them point blank
into my suspended psyche...

Over the edge and into the deep end,
To find the abnormal of my being
from where my beliefs
sprout their way from spirits.
And through this too,
do I enjoy or suffer...

As never have I found rest within my dreams.
of meaningless cause is the disdain of discord.
As my dreams and nightmares are forever slaves to chance,
and the cracking whip engages them as I close my eyes.
I am forever reminded of the War between angels and demons
For they are resembled by the pleasant and horrid.

I never know the plots...
The endings are hardly ever seen,
and my memory is left in shambles.
Opened, my eyes return my to reality,
and bid thee farewell for now,
I do to my world of restless slumber.