Every night when I close my eyes, memories from a thousand years comes back alive and shadow becomes me.

Most times I can taste my soul; its not a picture of a happy ending, it's bittersweet.

I feel them every night as they come alive, ready to prey on the little sanity I have left, then I think of nothing but white walls and oceans, praying not to get lost in its calmness.

In this calmness there's a surety of hope, but i don't wanna get lots anymore; I'd rather be found in my reality and fight for my peace, cos in every world there's a demon in waiting.