Assailed by ever returning nightmares Silent as a moth's wings Yet cruel and violent A dwelling place of demons And other seemingly more tender things But their fragile appearance deceive They come, they come, it calls Surely worthy of my outmost fears Ragged little dolls Tiny little feet, tiny little hands Tiny little still hearts Shiny staring marbled eyes Who goes here? 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 hysterically, more and more Yet underneath, a withering reflection Of a beauty that once was there Awakened by screams My own it seems And the rumbling Sound of the rain A thin stream of blood From where her hand touched I dare not fall asleep ever again A thin stream of blood From where her hand touched I dare not fall asleep ever again