I sleep, I dream in a pitch black world
Canvas made of cotton, blood soaked and soiled
I dream not in color but many shades of gray
Pulse is risen sharply, time to go and play
Visions I see of horror, creeping in the dark
Shadows in every corner, time to leave it's mark
Strapped down with failed emotions, I fell down in a violent blunder
I hear the hooves of horses, rolling crazy thunder
Can't wake up, from this nightmarish pain
Knocked down the door, hear me screaming again