They come to me at night, between the dusk and dawn
Breathing in my name as a long forgotten song.
I can feel the darkness pulling, nails tearing at my skin
This twilight world surrounds me as I slowly drift again.
Right there beside me, as I dance this dance once more, the creatures of the shadow world welcome me back; impossible to ignore.
My voice is gone, there is no scream, through my lips only silence seeps.
I suppose that's why they call it a most terrifying sleep.
Cement courses through my veins stopping at my heart,
their silent please and horrendous screams may tear my brain apart.
Again the sun will rise as it does each dawn,
and with it one by one they return from once they've come.
The tale doesn't end here, just wait for the absence of light,
and once more I'll be visited by the creatures of the night.