Metaphorical

I had hoped 
as I had many times before 
that it would not come 
but the night would eventually depart 
like the thousand friends I believed I had 
vanishing like the shine of new paint over the course of time 
sleep is better spent in daylight as the machine rolls mercilessly 
over the depleting consciousness of those lingering desperate souls 
and when the machine rests 
I awaken 
to roam the silent scenes and landscapes of the unbound thought 
the minds well 
this holy realm of darkness