Sandman and Hypnos fight over my dreams.
To rip my compos mentis at the seams.

Eyes are drooping, drooping down…D
Ears are filtering all noise and soundddd

The not-I drifts and floats in endless void.
Imagination, logic, memory, reality all destroyed.

Staring blankly, blindly, boldly into space.
Soon I’ll be out cold, gone without a trace.