Hell calls for sweet dreams

Where I'm at,
The fire burns bright,
There is no day,
There is no night,

Blood drips from,
The ceiling down,
To where I'm laying,
On the ground,

The person I love,
Is not here,
Without her of course,
I do fear,
I will not make it,
Because the end is near,

I held in my feelings,
And now I see,
Even if she does,
Care for me,
I'm not near her,
To speak out to thee,

If I'm in her thoughts,
And in every dream,
Then why the hell,
Do I want to sceam,

It should be a peaceful thought,
Of me and her together,
I wish I could meet her in my dreams,
And tell her that I love her,

For of course that's how I feel,
Or at least that's what it seems,
I cannot tell her how I feel,
Oh sweet sweet dreams.