As I open my eyes, in this bed I lay, the sight of two, this dreary day.

Two that hunt me, two which does stalk, it these pair that I loathe, which squeeze my soul.

One for the dawn and one for dusk, these two does haunt these nights

Can you see, these nightmares that they bring, of things that I rather not see?

Of days that past and times of near, things that I rather not hear

These dreams they bring, cause me to scream, and wish to rip from this flesh

I’m a prisoner here, trap by the pair, of deeds they love to share

Whispers in my ears, to remind me of what I dread, or how they giggle as I suffer

For peace that I wish, or that I beg, I truly wish the pair would fade

Away to let me live, to work with life, the dawn so near

Yet like death they stalk, behind my bed, inside my sleep, which I dread

Another night, another day, my past you’ll never stray.