Poem No. 36

A cardiac concussion to realize it takes nothing to wake up, when closed eyes make it easier to fall asleep. Tantalus taunts at me, thereafter my morality is stained, Tantalus taunts at me because my morality is stained. Nightmares of Sisyphus, I who brought it into reality to find myself escaped into an Elysium. But the broken euphoria of dreamworks is another sin after another. Dreams can never last forever, only to start once you exist, and only to have existed if you wake up.