Demons in My Room - Lantern

I am not citing my dreams, and I am not accustomed to lie;

These visions of past nights in flesh epitomised

In flesh yet not mortal, divine yet beyond grace;

Oh, these visions of horror shan’t be bestowed a face

If only I could make return from where my journals trespassed the line

Where shadows turn tangible, and might just slip inside

The most desolate of prophecies, spewn out from my own quill

Now this sheet a crossing where my poor mind and the unseen ones would meet

Spectres of humanity, disincarnate…

Remnants of my sanity scattered on membranous wings

«From behind the curtain something has indeed entered

My nightmares mixed into my wake like some fluid

In my room, something constantly watching, unseen but certain

I can tell you, from the chill that went down my spine

Something’s there…

Should I be able to break free from these chambers

I could never break free of these demonic memoirs

And eventually my soul, my spirit and my love

They would eviscerate»

I am not citing my dreams, I can only spare you the truth

And advise you avoid me and the demons in my room