The Creation of Nightmares
The walls come crashing down. My hope starts to fade.
The bells toll, the sirens blare. The sky begins to bleed.
These apparitions are not merely visual, they are equals.
I can feel their hatred brewing inside of me, I can feel their anger clenching my fists.
Our world is no longer just our own.
The bells toll, the sirens blare. The sky begins to bleed.
These apparitions are not merely visual, they are equals.
I can feel their hatred brewing inside of me, I can feel their anger clenching my fists.
Our world is no longer just our own.