Walls Of Sleep

And in the fragile lull of the aftermath

Where only hoarse gasps for breath break the silence,

Will you snatch defeat from the jaws of victory?

And having braved passion’s all-consuming wrath

To tear asunder the walls of false pretense,

Will you trade your hero’s tale for coward’s story?

Is your fear of the naked truth so deep

That you must flee behind the Walls Of Sleep

Solely to allow you yourself to keep?

Will you don your dark alchemist’s heavy robes

To once again reverse transmute love to lust,

Perverting the true progression of lead to gold?

Will you reject love’s pure light for lust’s sharp strobes;

Build the bridge but withhold the keystone of trust,

Leaving our delicate union to slowly fold?

Is your fear of the naked truth so deep

That you must flee behind the Walls Of Sleep

Solely to allow you yourself to keep?

And having boldly approached the altar stile,

Will you grotesquely defile the communion?

Accept the holy wafer on your outstretched tongue,

Only to spew it out in a pool of bile?

Will you proclaim as your final opinion:

“It’s too damn hard to reach love’s penultimate rung!”?

Is your fear of the naked truth so deep

That you must flee behind the Walls Of Sleep

Solely to allow you yourself to keep?