This is Hell - Lorna Shore

Paralyzed from the neck down

Can’t move, can’t scream, can’t make a fucking sound

The shadows move and enclose the room, creating the familiar silhouettes that

stalk and linger throughout the nights

Wake up

Teasing, they aim to mangle your perception of reality

Staring back at you, making sure you see and feel their presence

Numb from fear, they reach over and hover above to remind you what you’ve

always been told

You’ll never get rid of them and your life is a lost soul

Wake up

I’ll never sleep again

I’ll never be the same

I’m crawling out of my own skin, I’m drowning in pain

They watch, they wait, they accumulate incontestably through the dying light,

to fulfill my miserable construct, my every night

I am imprisoned to the shadows of a different realm

Realize that this is hell

I am imprisoned to the shadows of a different realm

This is the darkest form of mental torture, this is hell

My body is numb, only my eyes can move and witness the hateful energy that

stares back into the depths of me

Paralyzed paranormal paralysis preying on perception and wretchedness

I am the hopeless

I am one with the night

Take me

I’ll never sleep again

I’ll never be the same

I’m crawling out of my own skin, I’m drowning in pain

They watch, they wait, they accumulate incontestably through the dying light,

to fulfill my miserable construct, my every night

I am imprisoned to the shadows of a different realm

Realize that this is hell

I am imprisoned to the shadows of a different realm

This is the darkest form of mental torture, this is hell

My body is numb, only my eyes can move and witness the hateful energy that

stares back into the depths of me

Paralyzed paranormal paralysis preying on fucking perception and wretchedness

Wake up

Realize that this is hell