The nights are neither freakish nor the devils that are imagined, real
Strange predicament of the mind quizzically trying to solve mysterious dilemmas
An entire reality carved out from the magical mirrors blended with sorcerers chants
How truthful can the silhouettes be, that are being manipulated like puppets?
Bizzare occurrences are not anticipated but painted with clingy and devilish ink
Blood flowing through the body feels icy cold; the chills shiver the gloomy night
Other shady deals that take place in cahoots with the energy of sinister abysses
Imaginations can really become untamed if the manipulations weren’t real