It’s one of those nights, when I lie awake
when things aren’t right
not again, give me a break.
Lying there paralyzed, stricken with fear
It was then that I realized,
That she wasn’t as near.
Often at bed-side, or hovering above me
But just not tonight
That wretched old banshee.
I can’t make a sound, my fingers don’t work
She creeps like a hound
I’m going berserk.
My body drips sweat, my eyes moving quick
Her eyes and mine met
I start feeling sick.
She starts to stroll near, I just want to shout
I kick into gear
It was only a dream. Just go back to sleep.