The hills rock to sleep in a sedating dream;
The night puts silent all the pains and the screams.
A voice keeps echoing pushing the walls;
The hound I shelter is daunting and tall.
My heart’s still dark like the simmering moon;
I can’t walk over with my stumbling view.
The sins I’ve done have stained my hands;
I wash and wash over but the blood never fades.
I weep for a loss like the pouring sky;
I weep for something I don’t know why?
I keep rolling on the bed without sleep;
I wake from a nightmare, scary and deep.
I try to run, but my past haunts me;
I hide my fear and the ghosts I see.