The Sandman has gone out of business,
he says that he’s closing up shop.
Yeah, the Sandman is leaving us hanging,
he’s givin’ his clients the drop.

But the black market promises quality,
claims it’s made just the right stuff.
Got some back-alley dreams for the takin’,
well, if you can pay enough.

Now Grandma’s returned to the sixties,
she still rolls the best jays in town,
and I’ve entered the family business,
soon she’ll have to give up that crown.

Yeah, they call me the Sandman round these parts,
and I still haven’t slept worth a ****.
But if you need some dreams, for a reasonable fee
satisfaction is guaranteed.

Oh, you are the one
my soul was born to love
from the time of my earliest memory
when I come from my mothers womb
somehow I knew
another half of my soul
lived in this world
that I would never be complete
without you.
Oh, all my life I have waited
through all the dark days
of this dark land
through all my souls suffering
to be united with you.
Oh, you are forever part of me
forever at the center of my soul.
Oh, how my life shrinks to nothing
when I am gone from you.
Oh, how I count the days and hours.
Oh, how dark and timeless they seem!
Till I can taste your sweet breath upon my tongue.
Oh, how you are the gladness of my heart
and your absence is my souls suffering.
Oh, how the love of your heart
fills my soul with joy overflowing
and I will sing of your love
through all the days of eternity unending.

I am Vader,
Reminiscing as he delves into the dark

Oh,  please in this hour
let me tell you that I love you
for the time may never come again.
Oh, for this precious hour
give ear to my pleading
for you are the world to me
and All the starry heavens besides.
Oh, you may think me insane
a raving maniac
but oh how can I tell you
of my hearts deep longing in but a single hour.
Oh, how the clock ticks the precious minutes away
as my heart and soul holds a longing kept for the ages.
Oh, how you are such an exotic angel
and I weep for your beauty
when I am in your presence.
Oh, precious angel on high
save my from this lonely grave
where there is only longing and grief  for you
that would drag me down to such a hell below.
Oh, they say in  hell below there is a flame.
Oh, but I know in my lonely grave below
there is such a deep longing and loneliness
and such a deep grief for you
where I shall languish in eternal tears.
Oh, such tears for the loss of you
till the sun and moon
no longer give there light
and the stars die
and flicker out one by one
and the universe sleeps in eternal darkness.

All you are doing
is telling death how to die
I already know

He kissed his fate on the lips and jumped.

He drops his quill ink pen.