Why a picture

Is it all too false 

The shepherd gathers in 

Voices from the darkness 

Bleeding from lonely mountains 

They are more quiet at day 

Sight in the sun 

Live and survive 

The tale is not weary 

Relief of the night 

You will never wake up 

The mind must die 

Sleep to me now 

I'm pounding 

Release this beat 

This nerve 

Anesthetize this being 

You will never awaken 

Tomorrow is on the other side 

Of a sight that is night 

Shelter me 

O mother of miracles 

I am entangled in swamps