Shadow dances in my head
to chanting of a sledge hammer
rituals of satanic proportions
are held within my soul.

Disturbed are the minds,
mangled the bodies.
Of dreams, none remain
the end awaits itself.

Breathing are the walls
painted in screams
seeking to dissolve,
my soul, in their embrace.

Fallen have the winds
buried are the smiles
forgotten is the world
that a memory held.