“It's your imagination It's your creation You create what you want When you want It's your illistion The darkness is were you create it the epitome is what you fear Your thoughts is so unclear you create what you would like to For your thoughts in your restless mind You see monsters all around spinning and spinning Suddenly the darkness is gone But wait, Still your night mare is not done For replacing the darkness, Lights will await you But from the gate is the grave you see is your death bed You wait you cry you scream but wait is it even over? You look around to see if anyone going to help you but no.. Little did you know.. it'll continue tomorrow”
