Chapter 1: Circadian Disruption

Darkness. Every time I open my eyes, darkness. Not spend more than a few moments between blinks. Always, staring at the ceiling of this gray cabin, like a prisoner sentenced to cyclically observe his reflection through a deformed plastic surface. Watching me, judging me, with a maleficent grin brings the promise of better times.

Jhon Doe.

 

What can you see beyond the shades (of grey)?

Stare at the mirror. It’s you, just you, awake!

I am not able to clearly see a path, the path of reality.

Sleepless i cannot reach those blinding lights.

Will you face the beast holding on your dreams?

Locked within. It’s me, just me, asleep.

Cold sweat sliding down the spine

Trembling hands stroke my arms

The splitting sound of grinding teeth, pierces my mind again.

You cannot drive you life

I own the night.

Don’t try to come this side

I own the night.

No, you can’t disguise

Cause I own the night.

Don’t expect an easy ride

I own, i own the night.

Where do your demons dwell, waiting to prevail?

Swallow the poison. Hear’em calling from the deepest dale.

Together we can walk as one, infinitely multiplied

Bound to a shattered realm of ache.

Undivided.

Cause I own this fucking night.

You cannot drive you life

I own the night.

Don’t try to come this side

I own the night.

No, you can’t disguise

Don’t expect an easy ride

I own, i rule inside.

I rule inside.

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