Hate this place I go when half asleep
The darkness pulls me in with my feet
Can't move, think, speak only feel can I
Overwhelming dread I'll definitely die

As the dark witch sits upon breath so shallow
Only last a few minutes time moves too slow
Brain naturally telling my body to move
Wanting familiars to help and to sooth

A wiggling toe brings light so near
The feelings of dread will soon disappear
Before I know it with all of my might
My body lunges forward back into the light