Ripping and tearing, pulling and scratching,
The door at the end of the hall is latching.

Blood, and knives, and skeletons a plenty,
Never before have I witnessed so many.

Werewolves and demons and vampires at feasts,
Snakes as big as giants, and strong, scary beasts.

Falling forever through black, empty space,
A fist poised to hit, the child is braced.

These nightmares are many, but still quite the same,
The dreams are important, decide if I'm sane.

Losing an arm, or a leg, or my face,
Doors shrinking, but yet we're still standing in place.

They seem so real, but are actually fake,
Because the maze is turning, which path should I take?

We're running and tripping, torn apart by a bear,
This only begins my endless Nightmare.