In a Random City on Terra...

A throbbing mind has a statement, a sort of message to the owner of the mind,

As the head throbs with the beat of drums that beat against the head,

A lance of pain occurs between the eyes when one does attempt to get out of bed,

A background humming is found at the back of the mind as it places it into a bind.

A gaze that broadcast the sensation of tired resignation for the remainder of this day,

A sort of soft ache found in staring far too long in the light and shadow as it feels like my eyes pay,

Creating a sort of stare described to be listless yet still full of another emotion as your mind dismay,

A body that feels more tired than its usual energetic state of being, as it continues to sway.

A silent chill is brought forth on illusionary winds to your face and your chest,

A silent voice from the one that does not feel well who requires rest,

As seemingly from the winds and the silence around you feels unwell and suppressed,

As a slumber awaits for your distressed mind and oppressed body both desire. 

As its best practice to let one's body rest a day or a few away from the trouble in their life,

As a few days from now, it will be all better as the body finds the way,

As one's blood and workers go about their duty to aid the body in their active display,

As you enter your dreams, you find comfort and wonder in them away from the pain as you lay asleep.

Rest brings forth a clear mind on a new day,

As the body feels refreshed from the rest on a new dawn,

Bringing forth relief to the mind and body on this new morning,

As fortune and methodology help me survive for the new days to come.~

Narrated by a follower of the Bleeding One