Oh, cruel fatality of the universe hear my please and rid me of these ghastly nightmares! No, more! No, more do I wish to awake from the shattering thought of pungent death or unfaithful deceiving blasphemy! I’ve grown so weak and ill-tired of this pestering nuance of the mind. End it, and be done with all of it! Let the wicked be silenced, and behind closed eyelids there will be no chard belligerent bitches. Only dreams of martyrs and champs, do I wish to dream? For If I dream another ghoulish nightmare of you slandering around in the swamps, drinking like a bellowing fool I will not like another dream,at all. I will not sleep, or dare close my eyes fearful of what will plague my mind. Id swallow many pills, and indulge in the most potent of caffines. No, I wont sleep till I have sweet dreams.