Dreams like demons
haunt my mind
dark like night,
my eyes are blind

Hungry and howling
their screams fill my head
from the black of the shadows
they come: walking dead

Too little to see,
there's nothing to tell
the darkness of this place
hides them too well

Hunted and hunter,
I'm chased from within
Waking and sleeping,
the line grows too thing

Black like pitch
their gloom every grows
too quickly this chase
is coming to close

Out goes the light,
its all gone so wrong
in comes the darkness
its over, I'm gone.

AcB 7.19.00