Chapter 3: Parasomnia

Trying to separate the outside from the inside Trying to remain calm, 'though they mix in subtle manner Chaos inside, losing all hope, basking in pain that seems endless Alone in this life and its futile signs of malignant forms Silent hatred for not

You have become a foe to your own existence Slave to your own nightmares, reality is fading away Like a wretched curse the shadows crawl over you The temple of echoing thoughts where your tortured self is punished World is only a distant shade of a d