Night TerrorsMature

Who is running the show when we fall asleep? If we were in control,would we really allow ourselves to wake up screaming?

Mothers, Fathers, sons and daughters
Do you remember your innocents?
Like fireflies in your bedrooms
And Serpents crawling through your vents
I let you sleep under a blanket of perfect skin
While I sit here and dissect this corpse I'm in
I walk on spider legs
Feeding off your dead
What have you done to our children
I'll wipe away your smile
Close your eyes and sleep awhile
Weave you nightmares from a dream
Spin your thoughts into a scream
Blackened filter for the soul
Time has come to feed the hole

The End

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