Terrors in the night again
That slither like serpents in the sheets
I ward them off with manufactured lullabies

Cold sweat runs down my spine
Burning my flesh, yet chilling my soul
I clutch my pillow and dare to dream again

The visions have evolved again
From grey to colors as vivid as your eyes
And I am invested, beyond hope of repair

Under willows, the apathy weeps upon my face
Leaving my guardians paralyzed
And yielding all of the secrets within my bones

Pierced through, watching myself bleed out
I smile a broken, transparent, smile
And drift away, where angels dare not tread