IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
dreams crawl
but nightmares slither
muscle, exponentialy trumped by fear
self control, trumped by the deepest and darkest holes of our minds
emotion overpower us
and we are hopelessly crippled
as our courage is devoured
IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
we are prevoked
and terrified of the crimson that runs through
me


you





us
IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
blood runs cold
blood...curdles
before our very eyes
IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
men turn to woman
and woman, to deamons
as gravity fails
and reality warps
IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
our worlds fade to white
but our vision turns to black
and we fight the awful
feeling
the sensation
IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
we fight the burried knowledge
the dormant fear
IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
death.... aproaches