Fear Itself

I'll never wake from this wretched state, this night belongs to fear itself. Through closed eyes when the lights go out and all is still I see. The dark it comes alive, I'm doomed to suffer the night's realities. I fear I'll never wake, this night belongs to fear itself. Desperately seek a friendly face, familiar voice, a return to a sane world. The faces melt, the voices squeal, tighter around my throat fear's fingers curl. I'll never wake, I can't scream it away. I'll never wake, I stand but still do I lay. I'll never wake again, so to whom do I pray my soul to take? I'll never wake from this wretched state, this night belongs to fear itself.