Assailed by ever returning nightmares

silent as a moths wings

yet cruel and violent, a dwelling place of demons

and other seemingly more tender things.

But their fragile appearence deceive

they come, they come, it calls

surely worthy of my outmost fear

ragged little dolls

Tiny little feet, tiny little hands

tiny little still heart

shiny stearing marbled eyes

Who goes there? come forth

from the shadows, let me see

trembling with fear but still that is my wish

because no dream can ever hurt me.

In the pale moonlight a most hideous face

laughing hysterially, more and more

yet underneath, a whitering reflection

of a beauty that once was there.

Awakened by screams, mu own it seems

and the rumbling sound

of the rain, a thin stream of blood

from where her hand touched

I dear not fall asleep, ever again...