Oneiroi

Oneiroi

Sons of Hypnos...

Offsprings of Nyx...

Help me Escape this world...

Morpheus...
Bleed your Poppy Sap into my Eyes...
Sticking them Shut...
Then, let its Scent Drown me in your Realm...
Ungrounded by Sense and Logic...
Let me find Refuge there...

Phobetor...

Leave my Sleep...

No more of your Creations...

My Heart can't take anymore of them...

Phantasos...

Help Me...

Fill my Mind with your Inventions...

I need them to Numb my Palpitating Organ...

But Please...

O Divine Oneiroi...

Give me none of the Nightmares you Presented Nostradamus...

I don't want them...

Sons of Hypnos...
Offsprings of Nyx...
Help me Escape this world...

For if you cannot Aid me...

I'd have to beg Assistance from your half-brother...

Thanatos...