All those fears that store in your head,
Shame, regret, violence and sin.
Truly nightmares exist until you’re dead.
For every fade that dwindle within.
Darkness opens its ethereal gate
As eaters come to place a spot to win.
Methods to try but none await
The approaching hand that everyone sleep.
When feast upon of fear and hate.
If eyes wide wake to prevent their keep
Then those that stay suffer worse
To face the ever glees of the deep.