With the darkness and the insomnia like only companions a crazy idea illuminated my mind.
The idea that everything was real, doesn’t matteri f you are mute, deaf or blind.
if it’s part of imagination or reality,
you choose, you time to pick.
With the thought of a malicious ghost in my room my heart jumped a beat,
in another second the calm came back to me

No, there wasn’t a monster I could see, no there was no monster that would breath
But for a small instant that monster scared me, being not real for anyone than me
If I could get scared and could change my state
Maybe a monster was in there.
What is real after all? How many doors the universe give us and how many of those enclose hope?
In my mind there was a black shadow eating me alive
Only in my mind it was, but with reality I strive
One second of sanity lost and in a game trick I was locked

What is real, what is not?
Oh I guess my mind is lost.

Maybe you can’t see it, maybe you don’t know
It isn’t real for you, but for me with horror I though
If I can think about it, then It does exists.
In my mind is alive, in my mind is real, it changed me

And I might never make you agree,
That there’s still monsters under my bed
But there is monsters in my head.
And both are as real for me as anything
you can feel, hear or shear.