Ink black Skies
Control you mind
Giving you no dreams but horrors
You cannot escape this nightly rape
This toying with your inner sight
Trough light of day
You can drift away
Sill, relief isn?t ever lasting
Soon your eyes will drop
Your conscious stop
And night will hunt once more

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Ios, in the year 429 MA.