I shall go sleep,
To another time less night,
Dreaming of dreams,
Or maybe a hope in sight.

This mysterious place,
I go to be,
I see demons and devils.
Tormenting me.

Is there a way,
Out of this,
With lost memories,
And a hunting exorcist.

And then I wake up,
To a shadowy uninhabited room,
Nothing to hear,
Just to be living,
Another day with sacredness,
And fear.