"Hypnos' Cave, (Where the Heart's went to Sleep)"

Into the heart I tried to go... live-out my life there,
I thought I'd try; but found-out that it was all to
hard because people'd steal all that you had
there and bleed you'd dry

You'd show them the treasures that within its
chambers you had, that being born with, still
shined; but over time theirs had lost its luster
and they being bitter, only hated the glorious
shrine so...

Withdraw; we all do from our hearts that die in
this life and in hardness and the cold world that's
unnatural, we wonder all our lives

Disconnected from the warmth of its hearth we
now being empty and void groan for even one
more second of its time... but memories fade,
as does the hearts fire

Darkened becomes the thoughts that uninfluenced
by feelings deriving in an soul still implored by
the reasoning of the attributes of the virtues
succumbs

And devoid of their supplication to the higher
angels of our natures, we enter into Hypnos'
cave; and there all kinds of deviant expressions
from within form and are displayed

And then we there...

Withdraw; we all do from our hearts that die
in this life and in hardness and the cold world
that's unnatural, we wander all our lives

Disconnected from the warmth of its hearth
we now being empty and void groan for even
one more second of its time... but memories
fade, as does the hearts fire

So into the cave of Hypnos (Sleep of Death)
we go, and there in its cold and empty void
we live and the only memory of our hearts
that still exist, are echoes that resound every
now and then