The warmth of the bed calls me
But the cold still lingers in my room
I want to get to the dreamland
But it’s way too soon!
So I stare at the ceiling
A cold dark figure glares back at me
It’s pitch black and empty to be
Where screams of bellows call!
And I fall, amidst the thorns
The flowers decay near me!
To see; is one thing unclear
For it’s all but dark to me!
When I could follow the serenity
Peace becomes obscene, immoral
Far-fetched than the sun in the night!
The storm is uptight and lonely
When I have nothing to fight
Or have delight in the things unseen!
For gallows are the places
Where I have been!
Spending a long time amongst the dead
But I cannot turn my head,
For I am afraid I will feel the fear
Then I hear an utterance, somewhere near!
It’s bleak, rapturous, the smile!
But I know that illusion is devil’s game
So I turn my face for a while!
And look into the beautiful stature
That comes closer with every breath!
The voices in my head grow louder
My skin becomes pale!
The windshields break,
Pieces all around
An unknown presence,
From the underground
A cold touch on my forehead,
I scream, without a sound
Then all is silent and I’m nowhere to be found!