They hear voices that scream
Closing their eyes
Eyes still closed
But the voices chase them into the night
The voices chase them into their dream
And they open their eyes to the dark
A back lit canopy, blocked by the ceiling
One they cannot see
It’s dark, and they just hear the screams
A cold feeling, scraping beneath, beside and above
The demon is below, the witch is beside
The ghost is above
Their dream is a nightmare, and they are awake
Their reality is their dream, one that is as clear as day
Even in this dark place formed by the night
To sleep or to stay awake is the choice they must make
Where only their life exists
In a night filled with death
And a cold, devil’s breath
Would they like to be alive to face this fear
Or would they like to die, and join the voices so near
This is a question, even they do not know
But what will death bring
As life is the fear they sew
