Twas 2 am, I couldn’t sleep,
so instead decided to count sheep.
I counted ten then heard a peep,
of something in the room.
I lay quite silent, laid quite still.
Heard nothing so relaxed until,
a breath upon my neck did feel.
And then my heart went cold.
There’s something lurking in my room.
There’s something deep within the gloom.
It waits to take me to my doom,
into a lifeless hell.
I hear it breathing, hear it’s sound.
I try to move but I am bound.
The duvet wrapped quite tightly round,
my still and frightened body.
I feel it now upon my bed.
It’s visage seeps into my head.
And I feel something, something dead,
touch my stone cold face.
I see it now, I want to scream.
A nightmare from my waking dream.
The whiteness from it’s teeth they gleam,
from the blackness of it’s mouth.
And as it leans beside my face,
my heart beats at a pounding pace.
A voice so rough and without grace,