But something lurks within this darkness and I swear to myself its not just in my head
At the age of five to my mother I said That dark scary creatures watched me while I had slept
I'm 22 years old now and its not just the creatures Its more often dark presences that lack any features
A fear all past darkness could never create I sense them and feel them in a half-councious state They whispered my name; just that thought makes me shake
Call it a dream, call it insanity Its as real to me as my waking reality
Maybe its sleep paralysis. Maybe my screws are loose. Maybe its real.