Sea of NightmaresMature

In the dark your fear glitters like spider's fangs,

Eyes all white and venomous emerald, toxic lakes of

Painful humanity, defensive wounds, your claws are a

Crown of thorns.


A nightmare, unlit pathways silhouetted in your mind,

All sense of time is lost in the silver hour before dawn.

We walk through low tides of lucid dreams, now we won't fear death,

It's not an unknown void anymore, just a darkened chamber we'll



The scythe is sharpened, dripping in blood and moonlight,

Walk through the burning fields of hell with me, the abyss is

Alight with flames, they lick our flesh like hounds and we are alive again

In the pleasant pain; death will make us human again.




The End

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