The Sleepless Void

There is a winding road lined with trees of oak O' willows speak to me underneath the blood soaked sea a sky stained red Like a song it calls to the dead The lycanthropic man prays, full moon flesh it tears, in nights shade it looms A lost child adorned in white Skin cloaked by its past life Made its home in the middle of the road Awaiting the stranger A Nightmare bestowed Of ash and ember From sky, meets ground The unending nightmare A fear renowned In the void he sleeps In dreams he seeks To awaken from slumber In endless reality In the darkness he prevails In shadows he sits still In light he's nowhere be found A home he's made underground Lurking and lurking and lurking He's shifting through the night He's lurking and lurking and lurking A lust for blood, his appetite A lust for blood For blood he prays And For blood he dies Along the moonlit path Exhausted breathing Weak legs and damaged head For death I am cheating In this locked room I pray to god A sick game played on us Brash choices made to gain some relief A cost shaded in disbelief When will this end I've suffered so much A constant Twisting and turning and shifting Through the multiverse And I've had enough Through the endless doorways To endless dreams I've given up