• while sleepy thoughts go though my head
    the monsters stir beneath my bed
    afriad to even fall asleep
    scared of what dreams will reap
    but this cursed body cannot take
    24 hours of being awake
    try all you want to fight your fear
    because, too late, your dreams are here

    among them are evils without a name
    by tomarrow you won't be sane
    trapped inside your own dreams
    no one even hears your screams
    the torture you with your fears
    and they laugh at your tears

    the sun will rise for dawn to break
    and from your dreams you will awake
    with a cold sweat and heart racing
    around your room you will start pacing

    so as curious as it may seem
    I dread it when i have to dream