Sleep

Well, here's another one.

Sleep precious, sleep.
Succumb to that beast that wakens the mind but drains the body.
That tyrant that rules a willing soul,
The monster that feasts off all our hard work and endless toil.

Sleep child, sleep.
Do not be fooled by the amiable Wakefulness,
     Who lures well-meaning people to a fate equal to, yet worse than, Death.

The land of the living, wide-awake people,
Ruled by Sleep's nemesis,
Is no place for a living mind to dwell.
Give in to the fearsome, evil Sleep.
Only through death of consciousness can one finally experience life of the soul.
Sleep, precious sleep.