I should have known they came in disguise;
I had no idea of the horrors in stored for me in them
Why do things happen as they appear in dreams?
And when I dream, I dream of memories
Dreams or memories of reality
I cannot tell what are my own
And the dreams always return,
and all the terror and the evil that came with these memories were born
within my dreams
What was left of my sanity told me not to indulge myself to them
but as I was lured into them that voice was nothing more than a whisper
And now I am losing everything that is left of my humanity