| Morpheus (my deadly friend) |
| | Oh god, I wish the morning came
I still hear them (behind my door)
they're singing in the dark
a creation infernal, unholy overture.
In the shadows of my attic
Morpheus, my deadly friend
I'm begging thee, please leave me be.
Oh god, I wish the morning came
I still hear them
the twisted shapes I dread
concealed yet so present
in timeless hours drowned in fear for the sandman
I'm waiting in the dark
I'm giggling and laughing
a libretto of the damned.
Oh god, I wish the morning came I still hear them
from every angle burning eyes
godless hatred, a gathering grotesque.
Beyond my mind, a frightful kind
giggling, squirming, twisting, turning
I'm begging thee. . .
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