Death dreamer, silent screamer; into the abyss where the air is thinner,
throat getting tighter, breath leaving; will you wake before the bleeding?
Time stands still, daylight never comes; is this the end? Is your body numb? Can you feel the pain to come?
Like shards of glass beneath the skin, constantly digging in, drawing blood, while time is ticking.
Whoosh! Dragged back to life, the evil was taken from your dreams like the cut from a knife.