Where only darkness heard me scream,
in that awkward state, half awake,
I fought to shake a poisoned dream.
So lonely, wretched, was the theme,
I feared that I would simply break
where only darkness heard me scream.
But I was tangled, it would seem,
in the coils of a satin snake.
I fought to shake a poisoned dream.
My senses slow, my pulse extreme,
my hands and lips began to quake,
where only darkness heard me scream.
Frantic, I searched for any beam
of moonlight. For sanity’s sake,
I fought to shake a poisoned dream,
that drowned me in a wicked stream,
and caused my heart and soul to ache.
Where only darkness heard me scream,
I fought to shake a poisoned dream.