He came home with trembling bone and spoke:
"Evil roams the sea!"
I caught a glimpse of something I describe as witchery

They must think I am weird
My wife and daughter upset by what they hear
As we go to bed, I kiss my loves goodnight then close my eyes to forget
Soon a lucid dream!
The room around me shifts into a bleak and dismal scene

Once my consciousness has vanished deep within my mind, the first thing I realize is taking a severe beating from someone in the middle of the night
Between the shocking fragments of cold fists ponding on my face, I can see a man wearing a black hat causing harm upon me
While he's laughing and punching simultaneously
I manage to grab his throat with both hands and push him over to the left side, where my wife sleeps at night
Grabbing the knife on the pedestal cupboard, not thinking twice
And I stab into his face until both eyes liquidize and facial bones collapse

Haphazardly in anxiety I maim his face extremely and still he's laughing loudly
His clothes look rather old; a stench like dead things and a ragged captain's coat
This dream is so ghastly and surreal
So many stabwounds, sixty, maybe more
His face simply shattered while blood decorates the floor

Then there is this sound like a snarling hound
I leave the room to look around
It guides me to my daughter's room
Her door is locked
I am terrified of what I might find behind
So quickly I climb the stairs to the old attic and find my double-barrelled shotgun
Ammunition
The weapon's loaded
I need this nightmare to be done
Done!

I break down the door forcefully
A vicious false dog is what I see
And still he's laughing loudly
It's not my child for this beast seems foul and wild
Two close ranged shots, still alive, brutally finished with the knife
Now guess who's gargling closely behind me
I turn around and again I am just an inch away from that face I carved up previously
Still laughing... Suddenly...

Thank god I am awake!

Laying in my bed, covered in sweat
The horror I have seen, was just an awful dream

Clouded is my sight, finding bloodstains on my hands as I rub my eyes
No!
What have I done?!
My wife besides me, still alive, but her face is simply gone
Beauty has been maimed by my hand, disfigured
Our kiss will never be the same

Now where the fuck is my little girl?!
And a dead hound is not what I found, bloodstains on the wall
There's my daughters corpse, slaughtered on the ground!

One last kiss upon my wife's trembling hand before I shoot her through the head to set her free from this misery

Imagine the shotgun standing upside down with the barrel in my mouth
The sighting was a portent of doom and the consequence definitely macabre
And before my last tear hits the soil I...