Sadly, now, we succumb. br The silent temptations br of slumber br drag us towards dreams br drowned in cold memories. br br Like sad, sadistic lambs br we attempt to cling br to limbs long severed br of human emotions. br We simply wait, br as dreaded reveries br nod, wink, then leer br razored teeth. br br Tomorrow... br we may sleep inside br peaceful, wasted nightmares, br but today... br we deliver br our souls to sweet Morpheus.