He came home with trembling bones 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 love 
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 firs thing i realize a severe beating from somone 
in the middle of the night. between the shockin 
fragments of cold fists pounding on my face, I can see 
a man wearing 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 loudle. 
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, sxty, maybe more. 
His face simply shattered while blood decorates the 
floor. 
The there is the sound like 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 
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, brutaly 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... Siddenly... 
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 
kill will never be the same.
Now where the fuck os my little girl?! 
And a dead hound is no 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...