Take these dark and vivid dreams of night,

and add them to the torment of my days,

when I crawl deep into my quiet room;

the curtains and doors shut the tightest way.

No light seeps in to sear my bloodshot eyes,

as I cry silently my tears of pain,

that flow into the river of lost souls;

a flood to mock a thousand years of rain.

What monsters walk among the dampened soils,

that bank this river filled with agony?

What demons hunt these tortured souls of man?

What demons storm the banks in search of me?

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And steadily, the darkness in me grows:

a secret beast in me that no one knows.