I Call This a Mistery.

I call this a mistery from the big black wall that stands right behing me.
And I ask, does this thing affect you ?
Don't you feel like crawling under the covers, does it really matter what you think ?
This part of my nightmare it's falling on top of me, killing every sight I see, making the room freeze.
I cry: Distroy all mistakes !
I will die just to do it all again.
I want live in your soul and sing all the way through it!
The dark doesn't really matter and I'm to afraid to scream, should you understand why such sadness ?
Should you lie until you murder your spirit ?
I want be part of your tears...
These eyes would never see the end, these scars are just endless fears !