Don’t let them through the gate,

Keep the entrance to your mind barred shut,

Let them in and accept your fate,

They will make you their little slut.

They’re pushing now, you can’t give in

The doors just about to break!

They’re going to get in, you can’t win.

The door splinters, but you're awake.

The sheets wrapped tightly around your legs,

Sweat beads running down your face,

Is that a noise? From under the bed?

The walls start moving in, you’re running out of breathing space.

The bed suddenly starts to fall.

Maybe it wasn't just a dream after all.