Somehow He tells me not to sleep tonight,
Whispers of a demon creeping out with blight,
The "Dream Eater", he smiles and says goodnight,
Tomorrows anew, as I cook up a stew, so sleep tight,

Little do you know what your treasures insight,
So scrumptious, they feed me even if they are made of light,
Do not worry little one, you do not need them, that's right,
For they are mine now so just be careful of my bite,

I will not harm you I just came to write,
What is yours will never be yours, because I will always steal your might.

I can hear a voice,
A melody,
That he, rejoice,
It echoes in tune,

From morn until noon,
Lacking the apathy,
That senses the mood,
No signal, no choice,

It flow inside a symphony,
But just so moist,
Slipping through reality,
He jumps out, and is gone, like a loon.

Life with peace, prosperity,
Brought to see, who is to be,

From the bonds that broke, and clean blood to soak,
Of friends and fathers, lovers, cease and end.

Confess, to sins you lie on,
Contest, not a quality of mind,
Attest, reality and fiction,
Undress, utility of pride,
The Sloth still sleeps, blind,
And hide.

If you're in dire need of a fool,
More so that you burn innocence,
That must mean you ran out of tools,
And your fear is ganging up on you.

Different, you and I
Never see, never aye
I hear you scream,
I shout the steam,
We never seem to be,
Connected, you and me,
I dare to care, woe and woe,
Control, so and so
Much we have been,
Oblidged but paper thin,
The bond is dimly stoutly and scrim,
A short shot end of endless whim,
The best I could ask for,
True friend with shaky splendor.

Hello! Help! Is anybody there!
I can't move! Can anybody help!?
It's dark, and cold! I can't move!
Somebody! Anybody!?
I can't feel it!
I can't feel my...
Fear, anger...
I just feel...
Cold, and heavy, but not empty.