Each Night Blind of sight within maze mind Enigma's place remains lost confined to truths unknown, afraid of my... to reality unshown, question why... life must stand alone filled years overcome not such relentless fears haunting hopes to near defeat nights unsound insomnia creeps upon these eyes never close with no one no peace insanity grows. I pray. please. no more. Give me wings so I may soar, above this pool of tainted blood, to stitch my soul back into my heart.