Rising from the depths
When all the lights are off
It never sleeps, still and waiting
Its breath under my bed
Strikes the ground
With a sleepless terror
Evaporates the smoke
Disturbing the peaceful silence
The exhaling fear of nocturnal
Threat followed by heartbeats
Sweat crawling on the ground with it Eyes can see, never sleep
Through this noise
Eyes can see
Keep them open to hear the sounds
Let’s listen to this discrete noise
It’s the shiver traveling your skin
The hunter aiming at its prey
Calling in a murmur for the help I’ll never receive
Nocturnal terror born from the thing under my bed
Crouching in a pale shadow
Waiting for the bait to show up Clenched fists, half awake, half asleep
Nothing seems real in this twisted
Dimension of conscience
Materialization of all nightmares
Drawing slowly the paint
While I desperately wait
For the morning to come
Seconds are hours and I’ll try to Move in the complete dark space
Until it finally grabs my feet