Everybody has their own demons, their own darkness, they just don't show it , but comes the night, the voices gets louder, and the darkness consume the minds , of those who fake a smile
You're used to escaping the darkness, the demons by sleeping, but, Deliciae, they go with you and turn the prettiest dreams, into nightmares
And when you whisper "I'm alone"
They whisper back, " I've got you Deliciae"
