While deep in my slumber my unconscious thoughts, they quietly await. They creep and they sneak and they prowl and they growl.
They never let me forget the hideous life I once lived.
Midway into my day, my terrifying memories, they force themselves back to a place I can't fight.
They're in my head, demanding the attention I can't bear to give them.
There's no way to repress them, they're all-too real.
For once they are there, there's no going back.