To sleep perchance to dream,
Oh what lovely sentiment.
But what is one to do,
When dreams turn into horrors?
When visions of love and beauty,
Transform to hate and filth.
And friends turn into monsters,
Should one simply run away?
When one can not escape,
Even within ones own mind.
And safe harbour cannot be found,
Is there any hope for peace?
Perhaps one must face the horror,
That waits behind closed eyes.
And if one's demons are confronted
Will they live to tell the tale?