27 August 2012
The lights are off, The darkness sweeps, Alone at night, A shadow creeps, Watching idly, While I sleep, Waiting nightly, While it peeps, For a moment, To make me weep.
Something's wrong, This isn't right, Something's lurking, Just out of sight, I feel its eyes, Take in my fright, I sense its form, Absorb all light, But most of all, I feel its spite.
The room brightens, Like it's healing, To show me what, Needs revealing, I sit upright, And start squealing, A gruesome sight, Sends me reeling, It's watching me, From the ceiling.
Night Terror • Opuss № I