As I lie in my bed In the middle of the night, my memories come,
And go twisting my moments
Into dark memories.

Hunting me every night saying;
The words I never spoke,
And the things that lie before me
Taking shape of people I know.

Taking over, making me mad
With the false images of the forms they take.

Taking my soul part by part  the thought of death reaching, feeding,
on my pain and despair.