In deepest, darkest dead of night
‘Tis not the boogeyman I fear
But the demons and the phantoms
Wreaking havoc ‘tween my ears
They cause more harm than any being
From any parallel or plane
As with loneliness and sorrow
They pit my heart against my brain

With doubts and insecurities
The voices war their wage
I pay it all despite my plight
‘Til madness fills the page
How much of me remains
Within this hollow shell that screams?
I hope this living nightmare
Is but prelude to my dreams