Rest for the wicked

[agile_ares]

At last the weary have come to rest
behold all those who I detest.
Your vigor highlights your avarice
so there's work and work to pass your test.

Not that I should beg reward
for gaining you is not a chore
but I for some sort of strange release
am bogged down by goals without peace.

and you who stands upon the clouds
have every right to know me now
but I with stupid sympathies swell
and forget that I already know you well.

The night brings strength I hope I'll use
but the daytime escapades are also important
and without sleep, myself I abuse
and so goes the torment of the fortunate.

So I laugh with cold insanities grip
my wandering mind shows just how much I've flipped.
meditation aside, I love all of you
the lack of strength is my ability to choose.

The angels I shall never see
can walk with silence through my dreams
but when I wake, lying next to me
she, the angel, may never be.

My boldness does not match my feats
I bid you all adieu, I'm going to sleep.
forever till I wake to peace
on an automatonic path shall I sleep.