It was a dark and stormy midnight
The banging of the heavens
The blowing of the heavy gas
Vapors divided yet harmonious
Violently rippling through the puddles

All of which are sentiments
In disguise of illusions
Hallucinations of insanity
Like falling off a cliff
But waking up in vain
Yet again another nightmare
To escape from
Within this eternal void of illusions
That one cannot deny
of the complexity
in this illusive reality
Like falling off a cliff
This time, an endless cliff.