There was a storm in my bedroom last night...
In the darkest hour,
Felt the chains bind tight...
The pressure of a thousand fathoms crushing,
Us down...
The way the shadows warp,
Even with the lights we keep on...
How long we stay awake,
The chattering in the darkness...
Scuttling in the corners,
Scuttles underneath...
The white static noise,
Deafening in our ears...
The wind,
Freezing that raged everywhere...
The ravens that shrieked,
Movement... Insects on my hands...
It doesn't matter if we stay awake,
The monsters walk in the dark hours...
Eyes sewed open,
Eyes sewed close...
Where do demons go when they are,
Cast out of their host...
They latch on,
The legions...
The feral hounds with their eyes,
That burn apart...
Us.
More and more,
You see the cycles of darkness we bring.
Maelstrom in a bedroom...
And we are laughing alone,
In an empty house...
We are never awake.
