Fingers of Blood in Control

The air is so thick, it is hard to breathe, and the moon is full, it lingers

In my dream, I feel the fingers digging sharp nails into my skin, blood is oozing

My bed fills up like a pool, and I am covered with rock and dirt, I stop breathing

Though I can still feel myself become buried in a deep grave, and when I arrive

It feels my heart, pulling it out with gritting teeth, it slays my chest

I then fall into to the hands of the demon himself, where he takes my soul

Takes me into his scale like flesh, his energy overcomes with obsession

No longer free to be me, I am in the body of the unknown, the unborn, the beast

As I can still feel his fingers of blood, crawling into my eaten away brain, out of control