forever sleep

Not in his wildest dreams would
He have dreamt of such things,
A prisoner to his sleep in search
Of a door to his awakening


The night in which he slept
Dates back two and a half
Years, Shackled within a
Dream of our worlds influential
Dares


His life existed absent a drug
A virgin to intoxication,
His military background
Aided this task Of
Eluding such a destructive
Infestation


An island filled with great
temptation Its presented
In an abnormal size, a gesture
Done to convince one that there's
More then what's told by his
Eyes


A high of all highs is portrayed
By a floating man, attempting
To use his heart as a lure if he
Acts his assistance will lend
Them a higher hand


A bottle filled with equipment
Ones in which he loved to use,
An influence within an influence
Trickery consisting his military
Tools


Another bottle sits as a trap
As it seems filled with a black
Hole, an attempt to induce his
Thoughts ones in which it's a
Route back home


The last bottle gives a clue
Towards a way to escape
This dream, its filled with
Death implying to the result if
He drinks that head of a
skeleton


Peer pressure also lives near
As he's faced with a can of
paint, his friends often got high
Using it some may even faint


A cigarette slow yet honest
Killer used to ease one of stress,
They saved the best for last
A time like this one would have
Much to free from his chest


Trapped for nearly three years
And still not once has he
Poisoned himself, stuck in
A dreamworld and still
Lives with passion for his health


Forever sleep
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