Box of Dreams

Below the stairs of the damned there lies a box of 'dreams'
She says to me "Don't open it until the moment of destruction"
Inside this box I shall find the fatal memories of the broken
And if I wish upon those dreams and memories a horror will be made
The tides of moons come and go as I await for the day
Rushing the moments into the abyss begging them to stray away
I need this monstrous happening now, before I wither into dark
Creeping so slowly I watch the clock as it melts time for me
And on that day of Hallows Eve Ill make even the demons pray
For I am not what I appear to be, no not a girl you too shall see
I'm the wondering nightmare of those who dare to play such games
Souls and angels are prey on this day and the box will be unleashed
A glorious moment of despair and turmoil I seek the emptiness of your lies
Dont weap my friends its only the end and begining of hell you will see