Silens Somnium

Should I wake before the dawn in a cascade of sleep I shall scream in silent dreams A slumber in mourning and aching breath The skybound sol rays a pallid disease "Mommy! Where are you? I am cold and scared!" "Little one, be silent. Unto the earth you are spared." No rainbows nor fairies adorn my bed As darkness slips over my obscuring, wet head I am weak, I am pale, my humours have shunned My soul has been cast though my body clings on