The room it cracks
 I feel its presence
At the foot of my bed

It wants me 
I invite it in
It only stares

It moves quietly, slowly
It has no face
It fills my head

"What would you have me do"? I said
"Why do you wait at the foot of my bed"?
It moans and hisses and turns its head

It floats around my room
Does this mean death is coming soon?
It fills my space with shadows and gloom

I wish it would speak
To tell me what it seeks
I pull down the blanket to have another peek

It turns its back
And again my room cracks
Of this I am sure, it will be back

It hits me like a brick
This it is my creation
Is what's making me sick

Darkness and hate
That is why I suffocate
I feel my soul, it breaks

Then I awake