A raging tempest creates turmoil For the sailors asea Raging waters, a cruel foil For the sailors who seek A land of prosperity, Of infinite possibilities  But as the waves crash And the salty sprays splash, Their hopes grow dimmer As the creaks of the ship’s timbers Grow louder...

I'm so tired, I just want to sleep,but they wait for me in my dreams.Awake now for over a week,beginning to find some people are not as they seem.They're them, in disguise.Just waiting for my eyes to close,just waiting...