The last sanctuary of sunlight
slowly crept toward the night
taking me to familiar ground.

The silence, noisy in my ears
beat a rythm on my mind,
a tattoo of noisless sound.

Onward,creeps the night
deeper into darkness
deeper into my soul.

I long for release,for rapture
I want dreams, I want..
Oblivion, thats my goal.

Still I wait, and wait,
for the release from this hell
ever watching over me.

I long to feel ...nothing
to be....nothing, not alive
just asleep.