Sleep is the only peace From this mountain climb Where the higher I climb The farther and harder I must fall The monster is caged But I identify I am as well And neither of us can escape So many fear hell Running from fire, grasping at purity While really only wanting insurance Of eternal happiness, others come afterward But hell is here And I do not fear; I lament Everything ever created Damned to suffering and death as its dues Love, the illusion One clings to, pretending it will be perfect But it is conflict akin to war Save that love is dishonest Craving pleasures not for themselves But for hallucinations that they eminate And feelings of security While both, unkept promises, shake our foundations The substance that surrounds me Though I know it is unwilling and indifferent Claiming care for a good face I grasp at it, pretending the lies are true Pretending you love me and care for me, too But inside, I know that will never be true...