Everyone stays quiet in his room
Not a single soul is seen under the moon
The silence weighs much heavily upon him
The mental images seem to be waiting for him
They seem to welcome him as he close his eyes
Their words cut his soul like a sharp knife
The gravity of their words seem to damp his spirit
Words of mockery, profane language
Words of intimidation and discouragement
Were all he could discern from these hallucinations
How could he ever tell
Maybe they weren't dreams at all
Maybe he was being watched by an unseen force
From where they are watching him remains a mystery
The kind of dreams that make you unhappy
It seems there is a competition among the unseen forces behind
It seems they select the most devastating test
These are clear descriptions of the activities that take place in his dreams
You Saw them them yet you did nothing
To be continued.