The Cure for Insomnia
Hollowed eyes of blackened silk
Aren't vacant of a soul
Emptiness can show deceit
When evil has a goal
Misery has decomposed
And echoes of decay
Sleepy dreams have opened up
For death to come and play
Hidden 'neath your cozy bed
Lie portals made from hell
Creatures spawned of Satan's breath
Escape their rotting cell
So I advise you fall asleep
Before hell has a chance
To come and find you still awake
And spin you for a dance.
And remember, those voices you hear
Aren't just in your head, they come
From inside your pillow too
Sweet screams...
