Terror drips inside
And out of my mind,
The shivers of death
Crawl up my spine.
The path of reality is
Distant and fine.
The shadows of fear
Drowning my eyes.

In the back of my mind,
Fear never sleeps.
I'm taken to islands where
Bodies do reek.
Where bodies do reek
And flesh seems to seep,
Into the sand,
So cryptic and deep.

In the back of my mind,
Fear never rests.
Demons have clung
To the space in my head.
Sleep is a must and yet
I regret,
'Cause the terrrors I have
Are undying deaths.