Waking, in a sea of sleep
No rest is found here,
Tossing and turning are the souls
of the undead,
Walking, lost in a cushioned chair
Seated in a position of power,
Who will be the next to surrender,
Wondering, as the decision is made
Darkness now rules,
Light is a memory of hope
Leading to false ambition
Fading to energy,
Love is found in a corner
Hiding to retain itself,
Comfort may return
Waking, in a sea of sleep