• Speckled blood upon my lips,
    red bursts of pain upon my limbs,
    entomed in silent, sullen darkness,
    yet here I awaken with a cry.

    Just a dream, indeed it 'twas,
    just a spectre of my fears,
    yet here I still feel that chill,
    as if I in dark sepulchre lay.

    Unwilling to discover the source,
    the source of my so real terrors,
    I pull the covers up toward my head,
    but wait! They have slipped off the bed.

    Searching fingers dare to reach,
    toward the edge where bed should end,
    cold metal meets the trembling tips,
    a rough wall of darkness there stretched.

    Nay, nay I deny this fate,
    quite surely I imagine this,
    the other side, mayhaps I am in disarray,
    nay, nay! What is this that blocks my way.

    Fear now, horrid, twisting fear,
    both pale hands pressed above me,
    and yet here another barrier lay,
    the air now holds a metallic taste.

    Oh what horror! What horror is this,
    what evil lays me up in coffin,
    what madness drove the nails in,
    what spectre brought me to this place?

    Oh move, move I beg thee,
    allow an inch of clear light,
    allow a hint of untainted air,
    oh budge, budge I beg thee!

    Rough metal drags my skin away,
    yet still I claw at these walls,
    blood drips upon my face,
    yet still I push against these walls.

    And there beyond these metal barriers,
    there in cool, clear, untainted air,
    I hear the joyful laughter mocking,
    of the spectre that placed me there.