Waking to the sound of screams.
Thrust outward from the world of dreams, I listen to the night.
Into the darkness, my first steps.
Wiping away a haunted sweat, I listen to the night.
Empty walls provoke my stare.
Skin softly touched by darkened air, I listen to the night.
My heart keeps racing, my mind is slow. My breath escapes me, true terror I know, and I don't see the light.
Shadows crawling, darkness chasing. In the night my courage sleeps, and I don't see the light.
Upside down my world has turned.
Mouth run dry, my throat feels burned. All this time my heart has yearned, and I don't see the light.
Running round as circles go.
Dark stories in my head run wild, marching like ants in single file. Chaos is as chaos does, always a reminder of what was, and it stole my might.
Confusion spins its tragic web, the poison seeps where flies lie dead, and it stole my might.
Sorrow flows in pools madness,
Endless downpour erased the world, and it stole my might.
Waking panic, and tension rise.
Nothing's flash before my eyes, and it taunts me in spite.
Breaking static motion, and absent cries. Nothing's flash evades my eyes, and it taunts me in spite.
Broken rhythmic chanting, and muttered lies. Memories stand before my eyes, and they taunt me in spite.
Losing strength, a quick retreat, knowing now my heart is beat, and I don't know what's right.
Taking breath, then giving back.
Resting in a world of black, and I don't know what's right.
Fading memories, and spoken stories. Giving in to fears and worries, and I don't know what's right.
Sitting back I close my eyes, ignoring how my heart dies, I listen to the night.
Carresssd by the blanket of black, and wondering if I could ever go back, I listen to the night.
Consciousness fading, drift away.
Begin the ritual to summon day, I listen to the night.
Somewhere in the dark, something speaks. Its voice gentle, its voice sweet. Calls to out to me, as exhaustion peaks. A changed expression, back to sleep…